It's all a dream.
Had a dream the other night about being lost on a highway. I finally found my way to wherever I felt I needed to be and was accosted by an older cousin of mine. We were in a bank and I asked her why she wasn’t at work. She said she called out. I asked her if she called out a lot which seemed to set her off.
"Who gives a fck how many times I call out?" At this point she was staring me directly in my eyes. She wasn’t angry with me but I felt like this was one of those time when I needed to listen. "What we do at my job is meaningless! We do this over and over for what? I’ll call out as many times as I please because the job isn’t real. None of this is real. There’s nothing! It’s all a dream!"
And I woke up.