Board Thread:Watercooler 2.0/@comment-6191693-20131230040409/@comment-6191693-20140103034636

So I didn't have any plans to go to work today because it's January 2nd, almost no one is back in school yet, and you would think no one would call in sick on the first day back from Christmas break for the few schools that are back. Because of this, I allowed myself to sleep in until 1 P.M. on the 1st.

Then, around 6:00, I get a call from the teacher robot with a notification that they needed someone to sub for 3rd grade special ed out in Edgewood today and tomorrow. The problem? I should have gone to bed at 11 last night so that I could get up at 6 this morning. Of course, since I slept until 1, I couldn't go back to sleep after being awake for only 10 hours. So I forced myself into a fitful sleep around 1 A.M., planning to call to cancel my 11 A.M. chiropractor appointment while on my way to work.

I stumbled to my waking feet to turn off the alarm and looked outside to see White Death falling from the sky. I checked the internet and yep -- snow day today. Time to go back to sleep. Except I couldn't. I just lay there for a good few hours, spending more of it awake than asleep, before finally drifting off, when I had a really strange dream.

It wasn't exactly a nightmare because I wasn't afraid, but it was certainly unpleasant. I had my ear pierced (just my left one, for some reason) by some smelly old lady who used an earring to pierce it instead of a needle. I remember it was a plastic stud-style earring shaped like a black rose. Then I rode my bike to the BP near my parents house (which has been a Shell for years, but it was still a BP in my dream). I was at the light at the corner with the BP, the Sunoco, the White Castle, and the Walgreens, it was the middle of the night, and a bunch of ghetto-ass kids were hanging around on the corners and in the street. One tried to sell me a bow and arrow for some reason. The light turned green and I went to the BP, locked my bike to a pole, and went inside to buy a cup full of ice. Then someone decided to come in and rob the BP, which was a terrible inconvenience because I couldn't pay for my ice. Then I went back outside and found that, during the 20 seconds that I had been inside, someone had cut the chain I had used to lock up my bike and had stolen it. I was pissed and yelling and screaming and immediately called the cops, announcing loudly that I was doing so, at which point, all the people hanging around scattered, which was the end of my dream.

When I woke up, I was pissed off for the next couple of hours about my bike being stolen, despite it being only a dream. I think it was probably the angriest dream I've ever had. I wanted so bad to fall back asleep just so I could beat some hood rat ass and get my bike back. Even if I didn't get my bike back, I just really wanted to hurt someone.

It might have been because I was so damn angry, or maybe because it had taken me so long to finally get comfortable enough to fall asleep (probably both), but my neck was in horrible, horrible pain when I woke up. My chiropractor even asked me what the hell I did to it. It still hurts now.

Motherfucking bike thieves.