With a low level of confidence I theorize that this dream was simply about doing something radically different for money.

There is no logic or reason to my career path. No loyalties or commitment on either side. So one day I simply find myself in another ‘place’. I’m the new guy and not much is expected. But the dumb grindy interpersonal politics march on. As we get our assignments, one of the old hands takes shit from the boss–he’s required for some reason to “stay on his feet”, as if detecting can’t be accomplished if he sits down.

The workplace is cavernous and has the feeling of being state of the art fifteen years ago. There’s a deep plunging cavern of a theater for some reason, but no computers in sight.

Really the main focus should be now on deciding what I’m going to do in the long term before the damn semester starts. Slice a week off the month for a trip and it’ll be getting ready to start all over again in a couple of weeks, right? Your face should look the part of whatever it is that you’re going to be.

It won’t be a detective, but I will be the spy.