Even My Dreams Are Chewing Me Out

I woke into the heat of the afternoon from a dream in which a member of my extended family was announcing that he had decided he had no choice but to quit his job, uproot his entire family and move because his boss was requiring that he buy his own tools but the company making the tools would sell them only to someone with a diploma in wrench bending technique and his boss wouldn't give him time off to take the class.

See yesterday's post if you don't get the joke my dream was playing on me. I'm too busy to retell it as my boss, Sven, is insisting that I hand over a toolbox full of bent wrenches by Sunday or he's gonna throw a bucket of sweat on me.