Another weird dream last night. I was at work, working through an issue. I logged my hours and left the building with another employee. We arrived on the roof of a building above a store. We went inside. A person was pushing a bin with stuff in it, and sales associates followed it excitedly while complimenting each other’s outfits. While inside, I ran into an old supervisor. On my way out, I spoke with the owner; I told him I blocked three and a half hours to work on the issue, not realizing I needed a whole day. Then I realized I hadn’t logged my hours but couldn’t return to the office. The employee who came with me was in the same situation; she couldn’t ask her friend for help.
I have to perform a demo with the managing director today; he booked it in a conference room that doesn’t have a computer; this should be interesting.
Write Now and Later 