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"It&amp;#039;s 7:30am on a Saturday and I&amp;#039;m up blogging, half a cup of Yuban already swimming in an empty tummy. (Minus a small piece of Xmas fudge and a few crackers... yeah, that&amp;#039;s a healthy start to the New Year.) My early rise can only mean I&amp;#039;m driven by a passion to write write write or I had a bad night of sleep. Did you guess #2? You did? Wow, you all are good. I normally crash like the dead - especially after Rex and I climb under the covers early to &amp;quot;talk about taxes.&amp;quot; (That&amp;#039;s our new code word for all things naked. We&amp;#039;re still thinking of a password for &amp;quot;Mommy writes a sex column.&amp;quot;) But last night I dreamt I was back at my old job - the one that ended last Wednesday.(Thank GOD.) In my dream, no matter how much I tried to type up certain documents, one kept getting lost. And then it was getting late and the big boss who needed it would soon be leaving the office. And despite being there eight hours already, I was not sure how to clock out since, for some odd reason, I had not clocked in! The person I&amp;#039;d need to fix that problem was not around, and even if he was, he would YELL AT ME because I always made crazy mistakes like this which would rile him up to no end and only add to his favorite list of things to do: 1. Yell at employees for leaving thier dishes in the kitchen sink. 2. Monitor the front door for anyonhe coming in 2 minutes past their start. 3. HATE ANDREA. All that was missing from my dream was the realization that I wasn&amp;#039;t wearing pants. I&amp;#039;m quite certain had I tossed and turned another five minutes that would have added to my stress. (Though more descriptions of missing undies might boost some traffic over to this site, but I&amp;#039;m digressing.) Truth be told, the person I worked with was as much as nightmare as my disrupted sleep. If he wanted document &amp;quot;y&amp;quot; I&amp;#039;d send him &amp;quot;z&amp;quot;. I&amp;#039;d forget to add attachments. I&amp;#039;d spell something wrong. Obviously this person had good reason to be annoyed with me, but he was also very single minded and rooted in one area of his technical outpost. He was not able to see the many qualities I possessed that helped me churn out several articles a day. He couldn&amp;#039;t see that the very personality that annoyed him to no end was the same one that brought in thousands of dollars of business. (I use this same logic on my husband every day!) This kind of character, out of seven possible work related profiles, is best described as &amp;quot;Bobby the Bully.&amp;quot; Through verbal force and aggressive &amp;quot;it&amp;#039;s my way or the highway&amp;quot; antics, they intimidate those around them. But, more than anything, they are perfectionists themselves who will never be truly happy until their obsessive need to be right is tamed. This is a losing battle, for who can ever be right all the time? One reason this person really bothered me is because I was teased to no end at grade school. It didn&amp;#039;t matter how smart I was. Some young punk could squash my accomplishments just because they were louder and more accomplished with a volleyball. Another reason I was annoyed with my work place bully is that I AM ALMOST 40 FOR GODSAKE! Why am I still bothered by people that I know I will never see again when the campaign is over? Besides, I&amp;#039;m being paid really good money. A little personality conflict is not going to kill me. Perhaps the biggest reason for my discomfort is that much of what Bobby the Bully disliked about me I disliked about myeslf. I do run late. I do get so excited about the big picture that I forget the little details. (Example: Once I booked a flight for Rex and I to visit a friend in Houston. Only after we were mid flight did I realize we were actually en route to San Antonio. Woops! For a new married couple this was a great adventure. The River Walk! The Alamo! For a company, this would be greeted with less &amp;quot;You silly sexy beast&amp;quot; and much more &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re fired you stupid a-hxxx&amp;quot; unless you&amp;#039;re stupping the boss, but I was always too busy annoying mine to sleep with him.) There&amp;#039;s so much more I can say about bad dreams, bullies and great sex, but I will leave my column with this: We all have things about us that we don&amp;#039;t like. And there&amp;#039;s always people in the world that won&amp;#039;t embrace us. But if we can learn to love ourselves for what we&amp;#039;re good at, not what we are not, then little by little we will find jobs, people, opportunites and laughter by our side more often than not. And for the times we make mistakes, taking adventures in back country roads through San Antonio with a lover, with the rain falling down on a rent-a-car, really isn&amp;#039;t so bad. Happy New Year, dear readers! "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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