Last dream of the night was just terrible. I got up and decided that was enough "sleeping" for me. If I were a horror/thriller writer, I might have a screenplay in the making, but no, ick, blech.
The drive to work was the easiest ever (aside from 6:30am on a Sunday). It's a ghost-town here, of course. "So there, boss!"
You know, it's not that I don't like her. She's a very likable person; as a boss she just gets on my nerves sometimes with her extroversion and micromanagement. I don't manage that way and I'm a pretty extreme introvert, so it's something to try to handle the best I can. Hopefully graciously.