lastnite: a dream journal

What do I look like when I sleep at work?

For some people, this would be a nightmare; at my job, it's just pretty hilarious.

I was sitting at my desk, and for some reason Steph and David were there, discussing their business. It seems that Tom had held a special "dinner with the cast" event and only eleven people had come. They had Katie keep track by gluing different colored Skittles on a piece of paper for an instant graph: orange stood for comps, purple/grape meant members, etc. There were about six comps, three members, and two walk-ins. Steph was pissed about the whole thing, and David was crossing off Skittles when he could tell who they were. "So-and-so doesn't count," he'd say, and take a pencil and scribble over the Skittle. (There's a fun phrase: scribble over the Skittle.) Meanwhile, I was taking a survey on inter-office dynamics and found a question which didn't make sense, but had something to do with how I coordinated deadlines with the PR department. I reached into my little refrigerator (I don't really have one) and pulled out one of four big bottles of Scope and poured myself a "drink." David looked at me and said, "Isn't it a little late for your morning rituals?" I asked him what he meant and he just tapped at my clock: it said 1:15 pm. I was amazed; the last thing I had known it was morning. So I asked them if I had fallen asleep at my desk. They both nodded. Steph asked, "You seriously can't remember that you fell asleep?" I shrugged. I asked them if anyone noticed and they said not really. Then I pointed at my digital camera and said, "Would you please take a picture next time that happens? I want to see what I look like when I fall asleep at work."