i get quit-fired

had this dream a night or two ago, don't remember what i ate.

(no kidding about the content of this dream-- i think it was the night after i posted my last about not remembering much and feeling lame about work.)

I'm at home, which is my parents' house. Apparently Josh and I both live there. I've really overslept, and by the time I pull myself out of bed the phone has rung and it's R on the phone, wondering where I am. My parents hand the phone to me and I start to go on about getting there right away and being sorry. But R will have none of it and is really condescending and abusive, suggesting I'm a lot more trouble than I'm actually worth. I try to be reasonable, but she's really going on. She tells me to wear brown, but brown velvet (by which she means my brown pants, apparently), not the brown linen (by which she means the tan striped shirt I have), because she doesn't like that shirt and doesn't want to have to look at it. She keeps coming around again to something she won't come out and say, essentially that she doesn't need me working there anymore. I call her on it, figuring she will probably back off. "If you want to fire me, you can do it, it's your business," I tell her. "You can fire me just the way you hired me." I secretly hope she'll just take the bait and I'll be off the hook of the whole thing. She cuts the conversation off, asking why I'm not there yet. I point out that since we're on the phone I can't really be getting ready. We hang up.

I try to get myself ready to go, Josh has the car running and in the driveway (parked sideways, for some reason). I realize that I'm just not moving very fast & not very effective. The phone rings again, I know it's her. My mom takes the call to give me a buffer and a little more time. My mom tries to make small talk, complimenting the gallery, saying she really liked the Katrina L. show. But my mom doesn't know art speak and R takes it all the wrong way & apparently tells her off. I mom hands me the phone, exasperated. R repeats my mom's comments back to me, adding "How DARE she?" I won't stand still for this lady bitching out my mom and talking shit. I tell her to forget it, I won't be coming in. I hang up, and feel a great weight lifted from my shoulders.