Dreaming

I had sooooo much trouble getting up this morning. I had to be at work at 7am for a sim, and I was not a happy camper when my alarm went off. To add to my annoyance, I was dreaming about work right before the alarm rang. Now I have a pretty cool job. If I’m going to be dreaming about work, I’d like to be dreaming that I’m saving the Shuttle from almost certain disaster by coming up with a brilliant new procedure or remembering some obscure bit of data that makes the difference between success and failure. But NO, what I was dreaming about was that the trajectory server (a computer we use to compute trajectory data) had failed during one of my sims and I was having a big pow-wow with the software guys about how to fix it. BORING, BORING, BORING.

Apparently, my subconcious is aware of how the day-to-day issues of my job are not as sexy as shown on Apollo 13. If you made a movie about a typical day at my work, it would not sell a single ticket. However, I’d like to think that I do get to do things a bit more exciting from time to time. My real sim was slightly more interesting than my dream version. Still nothing to make a summer blockbuster about, but better than “why did the computer crash”.