Not often that I remember my dreams

This one, however, managed to lodge itself in my brain.

The short of it, I was woken up for work late, and rushed to get in the car and drive to work. For whatever reason though, the road to work went via a dirt track that I used to use to get to school in Spain, and was blocked off for unknown reasons. In the end someone had to come out and pick me up to get me into work, while the first 6 hours of my shift were covered by someone who doesn’t even work in our department (or work at the company any more). After getting set up, I had to go into a meeting room to report to my boss and tell him to transfer 6 hours of my pay to this other person. Then I see that my boss is none other…

… than Chuck Norris.

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