I dreamed abt Work again last night, which wasn't a big surprise as I've been at Work most of this week (literally, I was home for all of 8 hours) and have dreamed abt it a few nights. Last night, I dreamed the firm had asked me to work on a legal issue for an important client, none other than Frank Sinatra. (Let me make it perfectly clear that I have never done legal work for Frankie and have no idea whether he ever was a client of this firm - obviously he's not now given that he's gone to the great Italian restaurant in the sky.) In the dream I had no sooner been signed onto this task when I began getting cryptic, commanding memos from Ol' Blue Eyes hisself, who in the dream liked to be actively involved in his legal affairs. Meanwhile, the associate who'd been doing Frank's work previously and whom I had apparently displaced from this gig was all upset and other associates were coming to me reporting that he was crying and begging the partners to know why he'd been replaced. All they would say was that he hadn't been doing a bad job but Frank just liked to get some new blood and fresh ideas on the job once in a while. The displaced associate's name in the dream was "Edison Carter" which I didn't connect in the dream but when I awoke I remembered that was the name of the main human character on the old "Max Headroom" show. Sooo there I was, trying to do what Frank wanted based on his memos (which were signed with a series of initials starting with B and ending with FAS, like he had a couple extra first names) and being very nervous as I got the impression that to mess up working for Frank was a real career killer. Whereas if he liked you or thought you were smart that could get you ahead nicely, and I was already wondering who'd recommended me or what he liked abt me that made me get placed on his team, given that I wasn't a kyoot yung thang anymore, an' that. Then I woke up with an ear infection.