Volpone
Zombie Hunter
Had a few last night. Forgot most of them. Woke up a bit before 4 to use the bathroom. Then I woke up 2 hours later because The Dog was going nuts over what seemed to be someone banging on my front door. After taking the appropriate precautions, I checked the door and no one was there. Today is trash day, so I'm guessing it must've been the dump truck, having trouble with a can. Anyway, before I got woke up I had a variation of a dream that I realize I've told here before:
I'm in...a law firm? Marketing? Some kind of law enforcement agency? Most likely legal or marketing. We're all working on our projects before the Big Meeting in the afternoon. I'm working with someone but our project is overwhelming and my heart's not in it and the boss keeps coming by to remind us not to gloss over the form that is part of the data. And for some reason I'm in jammies and a robe. After about the 3rd time she stopped by (and no notable progress by us) I asked her for clarification of what we were supposed to have for the form, but her reply was still ambiguous. Finally it's time for the meeting so everyone's filing in around the table and I realize I'm the only person wearing a bathrobe. Through the big glass conference room windows, I can see the boss leaving her office and coming our way. I grab a shirt and pants and am about to duck in the closet to try to change but I realize she's made a power play to be the last one to arrive at the table so she doesn't have to wait. So if she sits down and has to wait for me, that's probably worse than if I'm in a robe. But then I realize we're sitting around a table so I only have to put on a shirt. I try to get this done before she shows up (although the big glass windows probably make this all a moot point, now that I think about it) but fail. She says something acerbic to me and I (mostly sincerely) offer to resign but everyone has a laugh and she turns down my resignation. And that's when the trashman started banging on the can and upsetting the dog.
I'm in...a law firm? Marketing? Some kind of law enforcement agency? Most likely legal or marketing. We're all working on our projects before the Big Meeting in the afternoon. I'm working with someone but our project is overwhelming and my heart's not in it and the boss keeps coming by to remind us not to gloss over the form that is part of the data. And for some reason I'm in jammies and a robe. After about the 3rd time she stopped by (and no notable progress by us) I asked her for clarification of what we were supposed to have for the form, but her reply was still ambiguous. Finally it's time for the meeting so everyone's filing in around the table and I realize I'm the only person wearing a bathrobe. Through the big glass conference room windows, I can see the boss leaving her office and coming our way. I grab a shirt and pants and am about to duck in the closet to try to change but I realize she's made a power play to be the last one to arrive at the table so she doesn't have to wait. So if she sits down and has to wait for me, that's probably worse than if I'm in a robe. But then I realize we're sitting around a table so I only have to put on a shirt. I try to get this done before she shows up (although the big glass windows probably make this all a moot point, now that I think about it) but fail. She says something acerbic to me and I (mostly sincerely) offer to resign but everyone has a laugh and she turns down my resignation. And that's when the trashman started banging on the can and upsetting the dog.