I had an odd dream last night.
I arrived in the parking lot of my office building about to go into work. As I was closing my car door, two of my longtime co-workers K and M walk up to me and exclaim with anxiety in their voices, "Did you hear? They (the company executives) just announced on the radio that they're shutting down our department and that we've been given our five minute notices (as opposed to two week notices)."
We stood there in shock wondering how our company could do this? The company had been taking cost-cutting measures recently, but no one would have ever thought our entire department would be cut. We were just too valuable, if not under-appreciated. How could the head of our department let this happen?
I could see how upset my colleagues were and we somehow ended up at rustic, cowboy-ish dive bar (the kind where patrons sit on wooden benches throwing peanuts on the floor and there is a mechanical bull) to comfort each other and drown our sorrows. One guy, who was recently promoted, was particularly devastated. In my head, I thought about if I should try to be strong and comfort my co-workers or if I should join the pity party.
While I tried to figure out what I was going to do next, at some point I really had to pee. As it turns out, the bathroom was an outhouse type of thing away from the bar. Walking to the outhouse, we were clearly on a farm or ranch somewhere with the scenery being mostly dirt, gravel, and a sparse covering of native Californian plants. When I get to the outhouse, I see there's a non-running water toilet on a platform with two wooden walls on either side of the toilet, but no wall on the backside. Meaning, where one is normally facing a wall when standing to pee, there was just open air.
As I'm struggling to pee (the kind of struggle where you need to pee in real life, but your sub-conscious is trying to actually not really pee), all of a sudden, Aubrey Huff walks around the wall and faces me. With my junk hanging out and everything, I could tell he was there to comfort me, him of recent anxiety disorder.
Then my alarm goes off.
Double-you-tee-efffff. I have no words.
Good thing I didn't actually pee.