(Entered in paper journal at 8:09 AM at Starbucks on 57th Street and 7th Avenue in Manhattan.)
Dream 1
I sat at "my desk" in a dark office floor. I was on the phone with an executive from Coinstar, trying to get her to do a phone interview with my boss EB (who sat at a desk just across from me). The Coinstar person was a woman and sounded mature and pretty.
My co-worker DG came up to me to ask me a question. I held a finger out to say "one moment." Realizing I had done something that might be considered rude by DG's boss, one of my department's directors, RF, I quickened the conclusion of the phone call. DG handed me a box of stuff and told me to call RF.
I answered the phone. It was RF. He said, "You've been doing non-admin work. No-no. You should only be doing admin work."
I said, "Okay." I stood up and walked over to my boss's desk to tell him I was no longer allowed to do research.
No comments:
Post a Comment