JS and I and some other girl (who was not our old co-worker SD, curiously) had been re-hired by C-company, a place I recently worked for until the company’s haemorrhaging of funds led to everyone being laid off. C-company was now being run out of a residential basement, much like W-company, which JS and I also worked for.
After a few days of not really having anything to work on or any clear goals, we were informed by TB (wife of owner, nice lady) that, as we could probably tell, the company already wasn’t working out so well and they would have to let us go.Continue reading
Dr. KJ (owner of C-company, from which I was recently laid off) was renting the ground floor of a building, a sort of office building perhaps. He had the entire thing made up to be a library, with extremely tall bookshelves filled every last one of them with copies of the same book. It was not exactly a book per se. It was a sort of binder that took the form of a hardcover book, and inside were pockets containing three or so smaller books of different sizes, and maybe one of those was actually an audio casette.Continue reading
Dream involved a mad scientist. Don’t remember what he was involved with. He was almost certainly based on the scientist from King of the Zombies.
I remember going back to a creative agency I did some work for not to long ago, perhaps to visit my friend J who works there fulltime. Instead of the usual downtown office building was located in an odd basementy floor on a compound built into a swamp. I remember finding the file the agency used to ‘grade’ contractors, and that my report card was not favourable. The owner had written “said he was a great programmer, but baulked and struggled when I asked him to make a simple email form for this one page”. Of course he’s a goddamn liar. I never claimed to be a programmer of any kind.