Fuck you; I have jobs
November 10th, 2007 by Adrian Sampson
I wake up and am so confused I can barely see. I get up, walk around outside for a moment, and then come back in to go back to sleep.
I wake up again when four middle-aged women, one of whom is Mudd’s old Chair of Institutional Diversity, walk into my room. “Who is here?” they ask. “Have you taken the survey yet? Wake up!” I pretend to be asleep, but one climbs up to my bed and yells directly at me. “Have you taken the survey yet?”
“What the fuck are you doing in my room?”
“We are suspicious that most Mudders do not have real jobs, so we’re conducting a survey. Do you have a job?”
“Well, I grade and tutor for the Computability and Logic class and I am a Writing Center consultant.”
One of the women smirks and says, “you see, neither of those last two are real jobs.”
“Fuck you! Get the fuck out of my room! Fucking christ! Get the fuck out!” Before they have a chance to do so, I realize I am in Scott’s bed and wander out into the courtyard where people are filling out a written version of the survey, writing things like “taking pictures?”. I return to my own room, which is turned around so that there is an illusion of much more space. Also, my couch is repaired. As I go back to sleep, I envision the biting editorial I will publish attacking these people for their rudeness and wrongness.
This dream was posted by Adrian Sampson on Saturday, November 10th, 2007 at 3:43 pm. You can leave a response, but pinging is currently not allowed.
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