Dreams of work (sort of)

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I dreamed I was back at work at the last place I worked, but the people I work with at my current company were there too.
The office there was very small. So, to fit everyone in they made the cubicles only about 2 foot square with very narrow corridors between them.

The other people from my current job had the same opinion of the higher level people there that I did. And, they went out of their way to play jokes on them to show how stupid they were.
In the dream the COO liked a soda that had sayings written on the bottom of the bottle cap. Every time he would open one he would shout out to the whole office what it said under the cap.
So, the lab tech and a couple of others were opening the sodas, scraping off what it said and printing “I am a moron” under the cap.
Sadly, when I went by the lab the letters weren’t sticking and it only said “I am a mo”.
The caps were small enough they couldn’t fit the transfer paper in well, as it would stick up on the sides.
“Keep working on it,” I told them. “Him being one of the Stooges isn’t as funny.”

I went up to the front office. The head of marketing was looking at our latest prototype. We had made it out of cardboard and all of the buttons to make it “work” were buttons off of people’s clothing.
She thought it was some sort of computer and was telling everyone how good it was and how well it worked.
When no one was looking I unzipped my pants and went to the bathroom in it.
“Maybe if it smells bad too, she won’t think its a working prototype,” I said as I walked away from it.

When I went outside to the parking lot the building was surrounded by very green fields in every direction with one road running past it. A lot of the fields were clearly a golf course and the little flags for the golf holes popped up in different places. The side of the building had tables with umbrellas for an outdoor cafe.
Up on a rise to one side was a church about a mile away.
“We’ve done a sword show there,” I thought, looking at it.
I looked closer and realized it wasn’t the same church as where we had performed.

As I stood there, a big black dog came up along the side of the building and barked at me. At first I thought it was three dogs standing in a row. But, then I realized it was one big dog with one head and three bodies.
“Those morons can’t even get the dog that guards hell right,” I thought.
Dream ends


Although I did have a pretty low opinion of the COO and head of marketing at my last job, there weren’t quite as bad as in the dream. I don’t remember the COO ever drinking a soda, much less reading a bottle cap. And, I don’t remember the head of marketing mistaking something that was made of cardboard as real.

In a really weird twist, as I was writing this, one of my friends who still works at the old company called me to chat about a raise he just got and taking his kids to a ren faire. It’s been at least a year since I’ve talked with him. It’s really weird to me he called just as I was writing this.

Anyhow, the other day evrgreen had been telling people about my Irish spider incident and I was thinking of the first trip to Ireland my wife and I took in 96. The church outside the building looked a lot like the Rock of Cashel we visited this trip.

Don’t know about the three bodied dog.