I remember working in a school and my office was basically my bedroom from the house I grew up in. I remember being in the clothes I went to bed in and was running late and was going to change into more professional clothing.
Before I could, I heard a knock at the door. A maintenance guy was installing a doorknob, but on the wrong side of the door. I told him he was the third guy to come around working on the door knobs and showed how the door opened and that there was a doorknob in the correct place as well. However, the incorrect one had a keyhole.
He said it was weird and left to check on why he was sent out. I closed the door and realized my door now had a huge window in it. I was frustrated because I really needed to get dressed and, although the hallway was rarely used, I wanted privacy.
I looked around for a solution and found two shower curtains, but they seemed like they were for households with young children. I chose the one that was pastel pink and peach with a strawberry picture near the center.
I am short, so I had to find someone to hang it up with tape. A guy looked in, then was called into the office next door by my office neighbor who is also my office neighbor in waking life.
I thought about asking the student or my office neighbor, but they were having a meeting.
Later, some high school people at their current age and appearance were visiting. My friend’s husband was tall, so I thought about asking him to hang the curtain. My friend taped a paper on the wood part of the door with a start of a list of children everyone in our class has had. She only had her kid at the moment and I said I’d look up the others and fill it out.
In my bedroom/office, I complained to a friend about the window issue and looked back and now, there was a window in a panel that was only in half of the door. I thought I could be more creative when it came to covering that area up. Then, I saw there was a maintenance guy installing wood instead of the window. I said, “Thank you, Door Guy, you just made my morning!”
Later, the group of high school friends were going to a funeral and were trying to find a florist. I remembered that there was a florist in town, but couldn’t remember where. Someone else looked it up on Google and said there were none nearby.
Later, the paper kept changing and the final one was a set of old pictures of people from our class Photoshopped to look like Polaroid pictures. They were listed as dead, but were put around images of me, who didn’t have a death date and I obviously was alive. I thought it was awful design because it made it look like I was dead.
I later got in an argument with my mom who said I had something scheduled for “the 26th” and I thought it was April and a Friday. I kept saying, “What do I have on the 26th???” I was angry because I’ve been missing so much work randomly for other things.