Today I am having a heart attack and an anxiety attack about unemployment, my hair color, and returning to the world of Human Resources.
I’m not a dreamer, but I do have this crazy fantasy where I never have to listen to people complain about their supervisors again. In this dream, I never complain about my supervisor, either. Everyone has a good office, no one has a performance review, and peace reigns from the heavens.
Call me crazy, but this world exists in my heart. A world where dress codes include pajamas and sweater dresses. A world where dogs & people come to work in an office with a fancy espresso machine and a dog-treat bar.