This was two nights ago.
I’m on the way to work, it’s close to 11am and I’m totally late, but I’m barely rushing. For some reason I am not even the least bit worried.
It’s winter, there is snow on the ground, and I’m walking through parks, courtyards, public passageways and atriums that don’t exist in Midtown. I see a number of single dog walkers with large dogs, one at a time, as I go.
I keep getting turned around, or disoriented, at one particular building, when I go through. I go in and try to take the elevator up, and wind up outside the lobby of a convention at a hotel. The second time this happens, I just go in. It’s a high-level meeting for CEOS and directors. So I go in dressed in my dog walking clothes and approach the CEO about my salary, and tell him I need more. He ignores a room full of white-shirted young executives and draws a chart about my compensation and development. He promises to talk further to me about it.
I leave and continue walking to work. I finally get there, and again I work for C. But every time I dream about her, she’s nicer and easier to work for. Based on a brief conversation with someone, it’s possible that he was only the director of the corporate travel agency, which makes me laugh.