Left It Behind - Oh, No

Vacation's begun, job's left behind for a week.

Oh, God, that's the theory, isn't it?

First night's dreams, even before setting out on the road, has piles of papers on the desk reshuffling themselves around. Shuffling themselves around: They - Will - Never - Be - Finished.

This is grade school redux, when the nights before and after a "BIG" report (a whole page! - with a construction paper map!), those nights had the same recurring nightmare: I was throwing out the trash and - right after tearing all the garbage papers in half - I realized that I JUST TORE UP MY ONLY COPY OF THE REPORT!!!

The bad dream followed me into junior high and high school, drifting into adulthood...

The only thing that cured that nightmare was, being in college, seeing a doctoral student have her final draft, typed manuscript blow away in the wind, right out of her hands, as she was walking it to her thesis review. Her real life shock took the oomph out of my nightmare. It was gone. I was relieved.

And now...

I need to find some hard-luck cube worker and watch...