Office Politics

I am at work, in an office. My boss is this guy I used to work with at pwc. There is another lady there who is his boss. I am having an argument with him about making the tea. I say I’m not going to do it. I feel as if he is only asking me to make me feel small. We are all wearing black. I am sitting back at my computer, I hve a lot to do and I’m not sure I will get it all done. I am writing.

I go into the bathroom and I see a pile of tea towels on the toilet. I think someone has out them in the toilet to wash them. But then I take them off and see that they were on top of the toilet seat. I sit on the toilet, next to me is a thermostat. It feels really hot in there so I turn it down.

Back at my desk, I keep thinking of Bonnie Langford. She is wearing lots of make-up, she is on a stage. Maybe I’m daydreaming. I have to get all this writing done and I have to keep this woman informed of my progress.

Mum

I am in a large complex, there are white concrete apartments. It could be a hotel complex, but doesn’t seem nice enough. My mum has her walker, it is a dusty path, there is a large green lawn but the grass doesn’t look very lush. She wants to go somewhere, but is being told she has to sit down. I think it is her birthday. I get catch up with her and get her to sit down. She looks confused about what she’s doing there. I think she wanted to come and see me.