Dreaming of Work

Sigh.

I spent all last night interviewing senators about financial policy, much of their answers went right over my head, but I just kept talking to them and they kept responding. For what seemed like hours. Then my alarm went off. I peeled open my eyes and groaned.

There's nothing worse than dreaming that you are working, especially when you worked late the night before. I feel like I just pulled a 24 hour shift and then had to go straight back to the office.

I've heard of people talking and walking and eating while sleeping. But working? I wouldn't be surprised if in the middle of my night, my arm was extended as if I was thrusting my digital recorder in some politicians face, while I mumbled something about mortgage-backed securities and the credit markets. Maybe I used a pillow as a notebook as I scribbled down whatever the dream senator told me.

But today, everything is different. I'm not interviewing senators about the financial crisis, I'm interviewing House members.