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cactuswatcher) wrote2005-01-27 07:16 am
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ann1962
So I was dreaming this morning about getting back to my dorm room from the cafeteria. I went up the stairs in my building and for some reason I didn't count the floors correctly because I got to the top of the building. This time fortunately all the sets of stairs seemed to connect, but for some reason I didn't just turn around and walk back down a floor. I went past the crowd and found the escalators in the middle of the building where the bathrooms should have been. . The first set of down escalators didn't get me where I knew I had to be so I followed the big moving yellow arrows to the next set. On this set I had to lie down and slide feet first because the ceiling was so low. About half way through there was a choice of ways to go each with the same big yellow moving arrows as if they all went the same way. But, the passage I chose kept getting narrower till finally it was pretty difficult to squeeze through. OK, subconscious, I should lose weight!
I woke up at that point. got dressed in my uniform for work, and sipped some Vatuari tea instead of having breakfast. I went to work on the tram as usual. Everyone in the office was saying, "good morning, Admiral. Can I talk to you later this morning?" What am I going to say, but "Sure, just drop by my office and ask Buffy if I'm free for a minute." My main office is nice enough. Plenty of light, no damn cubicals. Naturally everyone was already there, which is why I have to work late and most of them go home early. I get a big round of 'Good morning, Admirals.' I nod to each of my three subordinate captains, and think 'God, how did I get stuck with that birdbrain, Captain P. She must have slept with someone to get promoted to captain... about 80 years ago. I get to my inner office door and make a note to myself to yell at Ensign K. Buffy is dusty as hell. Her main screen looks like somebody had been eating peanut butter with their fingers before they decided to run down my public schedule for the week. Sigh. I go into my private office and there are a big piles of folders all over the desk, mostly requisition forms I have to read through and approve. I just get settled behind my desk, when the door opens and my chief-of-staff walks in and tells me four of the transfer shuttles have broken down and space liner passengers through our station are having to wait an hour and a half for their luggage. I tell him to get another watch worth of crewmen working on it. Why do I have to tell him these things? Is it so hard to figure out we need more people working on it? Two minutes later I get a communicator call from Admiral H. She wants to see me in her office. Can't you ever do business over the phone, you ninny?
It's so rough being the second ranking admiral at this oversized barn of a space station. Life was so much easier when I had my own starship, and could claim I never got the message when stupid admirals insisted on speaking to me, as soon as we docked.
ann1962So I was dreaming this morning about getting back to my dorm room from the cafeteria. I went up the stairs in my building and for some reason I didn't count the floors correctly because I got to the top of the building. This time fortunately all the sets of stairs seemed to connect, but for some reason I didn't just turn around and walk back down a floor. I went past the crowd and found the escalators in the middle of the building where the bathrooms should have been. . The first set of down escalators didn't get me where I knew I had to be so I followed the big moving yellow arrows to the next set. On this set I had to lie down and slide feet first because the ceiling was so low. About half way through there was a choice of ways to go each with the same big yellow moving arrows as if they all went the same way. But, the passage I chose kept getting narrower till finally it was pretty difficult to squeeze through. OK, subconscious, I should lose weight!
I woke up at that point. got dressed in my uniform for work, and sipped some Vatuari tea instead of having breakfast. I went to work on the tram as usual. Everyone in the office was saying, "good morning, Admiral. Can I talk to you later this morning?" What am I going to say, but "Sure, just drop by my office and ask Buffy if I'm free for a minute." My main office is nice enough. Plenty of light, no damn cubicals. Naturally everyone was already there, which is why I have to work late and most of them go home early. I get a big round of 'Good morning, Admirals.' I nod to each of my three subordinate captains, and think 'God, how did I get stuck with that birdbrain, Captain P. She must have slept with someone to get promoted to captain... about 80 years ago. I get to my inner office door and make a note to myself to yell at Ensign K. Buffy is dusty as hell. Her main screen looks like somebody had been eating peanut butter with their fingers before they decided to run down my public schedule for the week. Sigh. I go into my private office and there are a big piles of folders all over the desk, mostly requisition forms I have to read through and approve. I just get settled behind my desk, when the door opens and my chief-of-staff walks in and tells me four of the transfer shuttles have broken down and space liner passengers through our station are having to wait an hour and a half for their luggage. I tell him to get another watch worth of crewmen working on it. Why do I have to tell him these things? Is it so hard to figure out we need more people working on it? Two minutes later I get a communicator call from Admiral H. She wants to see me in her office. Can't you ever do business over the phone, you ninny?
It's so rough being the second ranking admiral at this oversized barn of a space station. Life was so much easier when I had my own starship, and could claim I never got the message when stupid admirals insisted on speaking to me, as soon as we docked.