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2005-11-02 - 9:11 p.m.

I did bloody battle at work today with a power-tripper and handed him his ass. Cause I'm just that bad. Fear me, assholes of the world.

That's it for the shop-talk today. Onward...

Something happened yesterday that spurred me to have a crazy dream. This dream was interesting but I felt a little trapped and desperate when I woke up from it. First I'll tell you the dream and then I'll tell what caused it.

In the interest of not boring you silly with rambling pointless dream details, I'll give you the truncated version:

I dreamed that my mom wanted me to go to this restaurant with her. It was a hidden place and the food and atmosphere were something not to be missed if you could be lucky enough to know someone who could get you in. The downside of this restaurant was that there were a group of men who were there every night and if one of the men spotted a woman they wanted to date, the woman was obligated to say yes. There was no alternative but to go out with the guy, no matter how unattractive or otherwise unacceptable he seemed.

I was afraid to go and she talked me into it. Driving to the hidden restaurant, we went off the road and down a very steep and rocky embankment. There were trees all over, it was thick with brush and shrubs. It was barely a path we were driving down.

We went inside the place and over the course of dinner, an old goat picked me out. (Didn't ya just see it coming?) I didn't want to go out with him. I wanted to run. I was feeling sheer panic and I was searching for a way to escape. As we were leaving, my mother was practically begging me to just go out with him and not embarrass her by disobeying the one rule they had there. I was ducking my head and finding an exit and as I was going towards the door, I saw a rack of boat oars hanging on the wall. I grabbed an oar and was planning to use it to clobber the man. He was following us out. I was going to hit him over the head with the oar and take off. That's the end of the dream.

Here's what caused it:

A therapist at work has asked me out. I don't wanna. I really don't wanna. There's nothing wrong with him, he's nice, he's not an old goat at all, he's gainfully employed, but I don't wanna. I was thinking of things to say as a non-hurtful reason why it can never happen and all I can think of is "I don't date co-workers." Is that lame? I felt very on the spot. I also think it is very nice of him to ask me out and that makes it harder to say no. He's kind of shy and he worked up his nerve for this. I'm just not attracted to him and it would be weird to even try it. Then our working relationship would be forever awkward.

Incidentally, this is the same therapist that teased me mercilessly about the patient having eyes for me.

It's funny that the awkward real-life situation made me dream that I was going to either be forced to date someone I didn't want to date or do something really bad to get out of it. I love dreams.

I recently had a pretty friendly dream about a completely different co-worker who is married. I don't know where that one came from. Lack of love life, I guess.

So how do you say no to a date with a co-worker when you don't want to hurt their feelers or have your working relationship damaged?

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