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Was fifty degrees inside last night, so my sleep must’ve been especially deep, because the story went on for longer than usual, and even picked up after waking once. I was visiting a new company, not necessarily interviewing with any intent of being hired, but there in a group assisting them with their procedural deficiencies. Vera and I walked off and found an exhibit or something, then an indoor stadium in a full hall painted white where the Houston Rockets were playing the “Run”, a new franchise from Louisiana or Lemonade-Land. My explanation for our unauthorized tour would be getting lost going from one place led to another; our last stop was the cafeteria. I told the suspicious woman from the register that I misplaced my employee ID card, and though she took a ten dollar bill for my plate of meat, she probably alerted others, because just then the CEO’s voice appeared on the PA. We were already on our way out but split up at the restrooms. Mine, as usual, went from a single door into a series of antechambers with four more, with only one leading to the next. Inside I could hear her flushing through the wall, so I produced my phone (thinner than the 6 Plus, with the touchscreen obstructed at the bottom) and messaged her to time our exits so we can leave together. At this point I got up, and for lack of any visual aid, I’ll include a screencap from the Doctor Who Christmas special, which really wasn’t much better than any of their recent stuff, but did have a nice scene with his aged companion, about whom I had a whopper of a dream about, too:

Later I was back in a room with other applicants, as we were, mostly young models, and I insisted on leaving. Apparently this made me a fugitive, so when the elevator stopped abruptly, I told the speaker to let the rest go and I’d turn myself in. Their security interviewed several of us separately, but while I waited on my turn, I prepared a false imprisonment accusation from a legal text I found on a chair. Interestingly I thought, pertinent pages had been torn from it, and others seem to be duplicates rather than leave in support for my case.

Tagged Doctor Who, work