Original post: March 16, 2006
I was out sick on Monday and Tuesday this week. No biggie. I'm feeling much better now. Thanks for asking. When I came in on Wednesday, I realized I couldn't sign on to the bank network because they had to change my password in order to count my drawer. I ended up calling Sherry, our head teller, because she was the only one who knew it.
"Oh, hold on, I forgot it..."
"Great..."
"No, wait. Try 'superstar.'"
"Oh, that did it. Thanks."
"You wanna know why it's superstar?"
"I guess."
"I called the computer department up to change it, and I said, 'I need a password change for Ian Borgstrom.' She started to giggle. I asked her what was so funny. She said, 'I had a dream last night that I met an Ian Borgstrom, and he was a superstar.'"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know, but then she says, 'Now, all of a sudden, there's a guy working here with that name.'"
"You've gotta be shitting me..."
"No, it's the truth."
So, I keep popping up in random places for no reason. I'm a recurring character in some guy's Stargate SG-1 fan fiction site, and now I'm being dreamed about by people in my bank that I've never met. I'd like to meet her. Could be something prophetic. Maybe she's dreaming about me for a reason. With my luck, she'll be some 60 year old grandmother of four with no teeth and boobs past her ankles. Well, it'd be better than what I'm getting now....
Nah....
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