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mokie_edomStrange, strange bit of dream which makes no sense without the rest of the dream around it, and probably made little more in context.
My manager and I were crawling along some castle walls--or rather, on the top of the wall, the wide walkable part from which one can observe invaders and pour boiling oil over them. Think of the way an amateur moviemaker might hold the camera sideways and have his would-be Spiderman crawl over a surface to make it look, when replayed, as if Spidey's climbing a vertical wall (that just happens to have gum stuck to it and shoeprints on it). Very much like that. We were crawling as if through a maze, or as if trying to reach something that's fallen to the back of a low shelf, except there was no maze and nothing to reach.
I realized I was just in the way and all of this was damn silly and awkward, and I don't get paid enough for silly and awkward, so I stood up and stepped away. I almost stepped on his head as I did, and was yelled at for it.
I remember thinking, with a big mental sigh, that if any of the co-workers had seen this, they'd definitely get the wrong impression, or think something inappropriate was going on.
Minor point of explanation #1: I think this has something to do with this manager leaving at the end of the month. Exactly what, I've no clue.
Minor point of explanation #2: a former co-worker once made vague allegations of inappropriateness between me and this manager, after I got the promotion she'd wanted. It was both a laugh and a pain in the ass at the time, but it's remained a niggling worry in the back of my head, since others have said* that my version of friendly can come off flirtier than intended. I don't see how griping constantly at him and calling him an asshat could be considered flirty, and logically I know it was just a spiteful backlash over not getting the spot, but still.
* Read: mokie's random slutvibes!
My manager and I were crawling along some castle walls--or rather, on the top of the wall, the wide walkable part from which one can observe invaders and pour boiling oil over them. Think of the way an amateur moviemaker might hold the camera sideways and have his would-be Spiderman crawl over a surface to make it look, when replayed, as if Spidey's climbing a vertical wall (that just happens to have gum stuck to it and shoeprints on it). Very much like that. We were crawling as if through a maze, or as if trying to reach something that's fallen to the back of a low shelf, except there was no maze and nothing to reach.
I realized I was just in the way and all of this was damn silly and awkward, and I don't get paid enough for silly and awkward, so I stood up and stepped away. I almost stepped on his head as I did, and was yelled at for it.
I remember thinking, with a big mental sigh, that if any of the co-workers had seen this, they'd definitely get the wrong impression, or think something inappropriate was going on.
Minor point of explanation #1: I think this has something to do with this manager leaving at the end of the month. Exactly what, I've no clue.
Minor point of explanation #2: a former co-worker once made vague allegations of inappropriateness between me and this manager, after I got the promotion she'd wanted. It was both a laugh and a pain in the ass at the time, but it's remained a niggling worry in the back of my head, since others have said* that my version of friendly can come off flirtier than intended. I don't see how griping constantly at him and calling him an asshat could be considered flirty, and logically I know it was just a spiteful backlash over not getting the spot, but still.
* Read: mokie's random slutvibes!
