You know when you have a dream so real, you confuse it with reality? What are those called? Well, I had one of those last night, with some amusing side effects. Yesterday at work, I received a meeting invite for a kind-of-a-big-deal meeting. The meeting was for 5:00 am this morning, since it involved kind-of-a-big-deal folks on the east coast. Okay, great. If I need to be at an early morning meeting every once in a while because the project is based on the east coast, I can handle that. But normally we try to schedule meetings as close to normal working hours as possible, so that was weird. However, since the meeting was for kind-of-a-big-deal people and we were working around their schedule, maybe that’s all that was available. And I’m far from a big deal, so I wasn’t sure if it was a courtesy invite, or if I’m a required attendee. So, do I accept and lose out on an hour of sleep? Or do I assume they couldn’t possibly expect California to attend a 5:00 am conference call and it’s all a misunderstanding?
I got distracted by shiny things didn’t get a chance to address it at work, and I didn’t think about it until I was going to bed and setting my alarm for the next day. So I texted my boss at 10:00 pm asking if I needed to be on the call. Then I went to bed, setting my alarm early just in case.
Apparently, I dreamed that my boss texted back that I didn’t need to attend, so I shut off the alarm. In my dream. Then I dreamed other stuff, so I became confused that it was all a dream. So when my alarm went off at 4:45, I was super confused. I turned this alarm off! I didn’t have to be on the call, what is going on. Then I checked my texts, realized my boss never texted me back in real life, and I still didn’t know if I needed to be on the call or not. Ugh. So I waited until 5:00 am and joined the call.
There was no one on the line.
I checked the meeting invite. It was schedule for March 5, not February 5. Since both days fall on a Wednesday it didn’t occur to me to check the month. And that’s the week I’m on the east coast, so they actually scheduled the meeting for when I would be there during business hours. Oh em gee.
On the plus side, I had an awesome, leisurely breakfast and food prepped some more stuff to last the rest of the week.
In other random news, I was horribly, illogically excited that I had all the ingredients to make Ants on a Log at work yesterday.
I was grinning like an idiot and sort of giggling to myself the entire time. Yes, I am secretly 6 years old.
I’ve been user testing a new workout training app. It’s called Spitfire Athlete, and it’s being designed and developed by a trainer in San Francisco. It’s a weight training app for women. For “real” weight training, like barbells and stuff, not the Gwyneth Paltrow only-lift-5-lbs weights. I’m really digging it so far. It’s not released yet, but when it is I’ll let you know. But that’s where my workouts have been lately.
Alright, this is a word-y post. Here is a happy picture pulled from Pinterest to cheer up your hump day. May your day make you as happy as the trampoline has made these goats.