Sunday Night's Dream:
I was stuck in a parking garage disputing a $77 charge for parking all of 30 minutes when I realized I was going to be late to work. I texted my boss to let her know and she replied "IM SO ANGRY W U." I ended up getting out of the parking lot for no charge and when I got to work I ran straight to the dishwasher in the kitchen to unload it (part of my morning responsibilities). But turns out, we had 5 and they were all filled with dirty dishes. Then my boss pulls me aside and says she fired the last assistant for speaking in too loud a voice during a meeting. (My boss is a soft speaker. Like, super duper quiet.)
This morning in real life, our office receptionist slept through her alarm and was 30 minutes late to work.
