No, I'm not talking about the war in Ukraine, nor am I talking about the rising price of eggs. I'm talking about dreams-- explicitly dreams about my old job!!! Have you ever had such a dream?
Well, I do! It's been eight years since I retired and you'd think that chapter is over and closed. But heck no! Not me! In the last week alone, I've had at least four dreams where I'm back in my old banking days.
And ya know, actually I'd welcome those dreams if they made any sense. But believe me - they are quite bizarre! Here's just a few:
* I'm in the back end of a pickup truck, backed into a cornfield. All I've got is paper, pen, and an old fashioned adding machine with miles and mile of tape, blowing in the wind. People are lined up in every direction, in every type of vehicle imagineable - trucks, tractors, combines, etc. dropping off deposits. . Say what? What the heck can that mean?
* I'm inside a food truck parked on an Avoca side street. I'm working with Denise, a deceased friend and classmate. I'm working out of the driver's side window, and she is working out the right side window. We both are furiously taking in deposits and lining them up on the dashboard. We're working so hard, and we're sweating like crazy, but we can't keep up! (Picture Ethel and Lucy). The sad thing is, we don't even have time to eat! How can that be? In a food truck and can't eat? I always have time to eat!!!
* I'm working at the old Avoca State Bank. Everything is very confusing. New tickets, new people (and they're all corporate big wigs) , new procedures- I can't even cash in a bond for God's sake! But no worries - I get to leave at noon to go work at the Shelby County State Bank. Huh? Is that even legal?
* And this one ---- I'm opening a new IRA for a customer while I'm playing bingo at the Avoca Community Center!!! What? BINGO! Wonder what I ate before bed that night?
And then there's the scary ones. Yes, I've been robbed, (that's another story), and that experience seems to still haunt me. In my dreams, I've been robbed in the AHSTW school gym, in my car, at both the Avoca and the Harlan Banks, in the middle of a movie at the theater--- you name it--- I've been robbed there in my dreams!! But in one dream, I took a hammer and broke the culprit's fingers so he couldn't pick up the cash!!! That'll teach him!
So what does this all mean? Well, in an attempt to get this nonsense to stop, I googled it. And of course, google is always correct, right? Well here's some reasons why this is happening according to Mr. Google:
1) "You are subconsciously still trying to process the significant life change of leaving your career." Really? Even after 8 years? I know I'm a slow learner, but holy cow!
2) "You miss your old collegues." What? Those old goobers? Just kidding! I love those people!
3) "You're bored!" That could be true, but it's nothing that a few snicker bars and a couple of Dr. Peppers can't fix. Next!
4) "You left something unfinished!" That's it!!! Has anyone checked the lunchroom frig for my leftover tuna sandwich? Probably not! Sorry guys but that puppy's gotta go!!
So, what's a guy to do about it? Why can't I dream about Keith Urban, Alex Baldwin or even Jellyroll? Welp - here's what Mr. Google has to say to remedy the condition.:
1) "Find new activities." I did but exercise hurt, coloring gave me anxiety, and they kicked me out of the wine tasting club.
2) "Visit your old co-workers". Great idea!
3) "Reflect on your current life." There! That's the ticket!
So - past collegues - I'll be calling you! Don't space me off and get ready for some chatter reflecting on my new life! I've been told I need a therapist, and I know you're the best. (Besides - you're cheap!) Can't wait to see you!
But - until then - tell me - "Will it EVER end?"
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