seabird78 | Strange dreams abound

I had a strange strange dream last night, which really wasn't all that strange in relation to some of the things I've had to mull over the last couple days.

I was staffing some kind of fundraising gala for some ambiguous non-profit, and things were starting to wind down so I tried expediting the cleanup process by walking around the banquet hall, collecting these stray buttons that were favors of some sort, but were not all claimed by attendees. I thought I had finished and was ready to head out into the food truck that was going to take me home, but then the non-profit's board chair flagged me down and asked me to help with one last thing, I think it had to do with checking off no-shows on the attendance list? Anyway, I started doing whatever it was, even though by this point I had been there since 6 a.m. and it was close to midnight and I was crabby and exhausted and feeling resentful that nobody else seemed capable or interested in handling this stuff.

That's all I remember. And I want to unpack it, but for now just getting the thing down on paper will have to do.