I had left my old work disgruntled, and hadn't really found a job adequate to replace it. what I was doing was manning some sort of folding table at the entrance to what was probably a governement building, from the grey concrete and glass architecture. it wasn't far from my old work, which in this dream was populated with a bunch of people from both brightmail and netcentives.

they had done something to upset me, and I had gone back and shouted at them. that was no big deal. when I had done so, I had this little metal mounted horse that somehow managed to lose. I was annoyed becuase the little metal horse meant something to me, but not annoyed enough to pause and recover it.

this time, thouse, they upset me a lot. I went back in there with some sort of stick - perhaps it was a flagpole. maybe the shaft of an oar? it wasn't uniformly round. I stood in a niche off the main hallway, holding it raised, and yelling. people were afraid to approach. I was poised and bouncing, sort of like when a toon in WoW is clicked to attack but is way too far away. after a bit, I was so mad that I got the relatively flat, thin end of my stick between the ends of the toes of my right foot and was working my way up the stick, crushing it to splinters.

I went back to my folding table. after this, surely I wlil be arrested. several people came to visit me from my old work to tell me they (not the people, but the company-folks) were unhappy and had indeed filed a complaint. the leader of these people was ellee. one of them brought the little metal horse, but I guess I had had two and now the other one was at risk for being used as evidence and traced back to me.

we went back to prowl around the building (that the folding table was in froont of) and this part is faded somewhat. basically the notion was I need to avoid drawning attention to myself so the cops don't find me.

we decided to leave. karine needed me to reconstruct a tapedeck cleaner from this spool of sticky two-sides foam. i guess this was something I was good at doing because although I grumbled at the delay I fell to willingly. first I made sure the mechanism was working. then I cleaned the spicky part off the edges of the spool. then using my fingers to rotate the spool, I pun out enough of the stucky tape to cut and thread into the cleaner. the plastic preventing the sticky tape from sticking to itself on the spool stayed on, until I fed the entire thing into a cd slot.

while I had been doing that, karine had checked out my car, and she was cooncerned about the screw in the rear tire. we took the car to wheel works to see if it could be repaired. he looked at it and said yah, it has to be. I mentioned to karine that we had to pay cash (or else my name and location would be confirmed for the cops). as we talked to the gusy it dawned on me that it would happen anyhow since they need to put vehicle and owner in compter.

then I woke up, for no good reason.