(2/14/06) slovenly research

(Entered in paper journal at 6:01 PM at Starbucks on Astor Place in Manhattan.)

Dream 1

I was in a room (maybe a cabin) that was my job. I knelt beside a middle-aged man who was a coworker and was getting ready to leave, either for the day or for good. He had a backpack. He pulled our company's investment research books out of the (my?) backpack. There was a stack of them, and they were all thick. I don't remember whether they were to be read or had already been read.

Now my boss was in. We were in another room, something like a double-wide trailer. The man told me, "You'll have to get used to me working a lot of different ways. I almost always work with my shoes off."

I only slightly realized my boss meant to be demeaning. I told him, "It doesn't bother me. Shoes aren't really necessary, are they?" Then I fully realized that my boss meant to offend me by showing me how he could and would disregard me by being slovenly while I was around.