I thought I'd tell you a funny story about the attorney I work with who is the lead singer of the Q-Balls. Let's call him "Tex"--that's the nickname a friend of mine gave him many years ago.
Not only is Tex a nice looking guy, but he's really friendly and he can be hilarious at times. He does great impressions, and with his singing and acting abilities, I have to think he would have been successful in show business had he chosen to follow that route.
When Tex first came to our firm from another firm about 16 years ago, I was assigned to work for him. As I said, he's a really nice guy and was easy to work for, but there was one little habit of his I tried hard to break. Tex would use Scotch tape to tape dictation tapes to the fronts of case files. As you may imagine, removing the tape would tear the files and, on occasion, stick to and tear the dictation tape. Of course, I pointed out the problem to him, and when asking him not to do it didn't work, I resorted to removing all tape from his office whenever he wasn't looking. Still, he'd always manage to find some somewhere and I'd come into the office in the morning and find files on my chair with dictation tapes taped to the fronts.
Eventually it got to be too much. One night I had a dream that I was nearly naked but for the fact that Scotch tape was wound and wound around my body. I knew then that it was time to give up and ask management to transfer me to another attorney.
Since that time, and most particularly in the past year, I've helped Tex out when his secretary was out sick or on vacation, and he no longer seems to use Scotch tape as he did when I worked for him. He's had a couple of long-term secretaries in the interim--sharp gals--and I'm sure one of them managed to do what I never could and break him of his tape addiction.
Isn't it funny how sometimes it's not the big things that get to us, but the little things that niggle at us until we just can't take any more? And isn't it funny how sometimes those things find their way into our dreams?