Last night however, I dreamed that this new senior VP of one of our remote sites wanted our Headquarters to install some IT equipment for him. A couple of printers.
galinda822 was against the idea, but I wanted to meet with the guy. We drove out to the lake and people were on jet-ski's of varying sizes and operating capabilities having fun in the water, and here comes this guy wearing a suit and tie. He introduces himself to us and we follow him into a cabin's conference room. There are three chairs by a small coffee table, and one by the fireplace. As Manager, I choose the chair directly in front of him, so we can talk terms, leaving the chair adjacent him for galinda, who tells me, "Fine, I'll sit over here." And she sulks by the fireplace. I had no idea why she was so mad. He wants us to install some printers at his remote site, a wooded area surrounding a lake in Texas. galinda thinks its a horrible idea because one, we're not responsible for installing remote equipment and two, she's afraid we'll ultimately become responsible for it's upkeep...but all I can think of ia riding jet-ski's on the lake in the midst of a wooded area in Texas...But then the lights go dark and we're in a theatre watching a humorous movie about a several cosmopolitan city-slickers trying to survive as they're lost in the woods. It's both endearing and horrifying! I text message galinda who's still sitting by the fireplace in the theatre. The men on the big screen are finally rescued, and taken to a hospital, where I sit among them, one of the victims. We talk amongst ourselves about what went wrong. Soon, however, we get split up, divided, and lost...in this very large hospital. As I take it upon myself to regroup everyone, I slowly begin to panic. But then I find the last person, and instead of bringing him back to the group, we sit and watch a movie in his room. Upon conclusion of the movie, I take him back to the group - who's once again missing! After miles of hallways and twists and turns, I find the group of men. Every one of them lined up against the wall on a gurney wearing a hospital robe, on their knees with their ass in the air, exposed. I walk by ten brown-eyes winking at me thinking, "As soon as I walk into the doctor's office, my asshole will be lined up there with the rest of them." And I sigh with resignation as I walk in.
One, two
One, two
Microphone check
Groove is Strong
It'll break your neck
In two
Or maybe three parts
True to the blood
And straight to the heart.
