..::Previous entry: "DREAM: Registration Time"::.. ..::Main Index::.. ..::Next entry: "Sausages and Office Workers"::..
11:18:2005 Entry: "Ann : DREAM: Men at Work"
DREAM: Men at Work
Well, thanks a lot, Stan, now I'm having YOUR work dreams! I dreamt I was on the CSU campus for some reason, and Stan was for another odd reason working at the Lory Student Center in some cafeteria there. I went up to one of those counters that they have in bureaucratic buildings where the workers are in one room with a large window that is open to the public area...I don't know the term for this. There were cafeteria trays on the counter and food service workers behind the counter, and one of them was Stan. I lean over the counter across some students who were talking to other people behind the counter and I say to Stan jokingly, "Hey, don't I know you from CSU?" He didn't hear me or see me, so I say it louder. Then he looks over at me and sort of half-heartedly laughs, either like he didn't understand my kidding, or he authentically didn't know me. Then I go into the art studios where Stan and I had spaces our last couple of years there. On the floor in the old studio are some cactus plants that we had bought. They were unpotted, not bareroot, but as if they had been taken out of their pots and it looked like they were placed in some green colored tissue paper inside a stringed instrument box like either a violin or guitar carrier. It was very cold out, and I sort of felt like a tourist with no place to go, so I wanted to get in touch with Stan, so I went back to the student center. This time there was no one around the cafeteria area, so I rang a bell. No one came. I rang it again. Some administativey looking people came out of a door from an office which I suspect led to where Stan was working. One of them was a guy who reminded me of the restaurant manager in Pulp Fiction, except he was older with greyer hair and a moustache. He had that sort of midwestern accent with a "hold on there, wait a minute, don't get all angry now, leave everything to me" sort of demeanor. I told him I needed to find my husband and that he worked there, and the guy kept asking me for irrelevant information like Stan's student ID number and studenty information on him. I had to explain that he wasn't a student, and if he could just call back there to see if Stan was there. He asked me for my phone number, so I gave it to him, and then he starts calling the number. I had my cellphone with me, so I told him I was turning my cellphone off because it would ring me. Then I realized how stupid it was, because how could he reach Stan if I had the cellphone?
2 Comments
Would you like some sausage links ma'am???
Posted by Stan @ 11:18:2005:08:44 PM CST
Gross!
Posted by Ann @ 11:18:2005:08:50 PM CST
By Ann @ 09:02 AM CST:11:18:05 ..::Link::..
read more entries→
|