CONFESSION: Every night I dream my boss gets into an accident on the PIE
Throwaway account for obvious reasons because my boss is the type to micromanage until he finds my Facebook account or how many mole i have at my backside.
I need to get this off my chest because it’s starting to scare me. Every single night without fail, the moment I close my eyes, I have the exact same vivid dream. I dream that this guy gets into a massive traffic accident. Like, total write-off on the PIE. And the most messed up part? In the dream, I don’t feel sad at all. I just feel this immense, overwhelming sense of relief.
In my dream, after the whole jia lat situation, they cremate him and send his ashes back to his motherland across the Causeway. Every night I literally see the container truck carrying his urn rolling smoothly across the Tuas Second Link, back to where he came from. No more 11 PM WhatsApp messages asking for “quick updates.” No more Sunday morning “can we jump on a quick Teams call?” Just pure, unadulterated peace.
I know it sounds incredibly toxic and downright evil. I’m not a violent person, swear down. I don’t even step on ants. But this man has pushed me to the absolute brink. He is an expatriate manager who expects Singaporean slave labor standards while lecturing us about “work culture” and “passion.” The gaslighting is next level. He will literally approve a deck on Friday afternoon, then scream at you on Monday morning asking who authorized it.
Yesterday, he rejected my annual leave—which I applied for three months ago for my own medical appointments—because of an “urgent ad-hoc project” that hasn’t even been finalized yet. When I tried to explain, he just smirked and said, “In my country, we don’t take leave during critical phases.” Then go back to your country lah!
My mental health is completely in the toilet. I wake up every morning disappointed that the dream wasn’t real and that I still have to see his face on Zoom. I’m actively looking for a new job, but the market now is so tough. Until then, I guess I’ll just keep enjoying my nightly free show. Am I losing my mind or is this normal corporate trauma?