(Friday, February 21, 2014) I dream I am in a room with my coworkers. Cyndi and Rick are there, others. The room doesn’t feel like an office but more like a living space, with an ambiance somewhere between a hotel and an apartment building. Not unlike my real office, which is personal and comfortable.
Suddenly I realize I am supposed to be having lunch with my friend Amy. I look at the clock and am very anxious because I am due at the restaurant already. Amy is a kind and punctual person. It upsets me to be disrespectful of our time together.
I try to call her on my iPhone. I can’t get the keypad to show up on the screen. I fumble through all the different apps on the phone with no luck. I have no way to contact her. My level of stress and frustration keeps rising. I feel terrible. I can’t believe I would let this happen. I ask Cyndi and Rick to help me with the device but they can’t get it to work either.
Day notes:
I am having lunch with Amy tomorrow.
I worked from home today. The company servers had reached capacity and I kept getting bumped off of email, Skype and the graphics drives. Mid-morning we were sent an email from IT asking people to delete as much data as they could from the corporate drive.