I just woke from a very vivid dream in which I was once again working for MPI Research, but in a management position. I was in what we referred to as a "Think-tank meeting," one which could result in drastic changes at MPI. Leading this meeting was a very intense, slightly older (late 30s?) blonde woman who I knew had recently lost a pregnancy and was a bit emotionally erratic. She was a no-BS type of woman who expected respect and propriety, which I was diligent to provide. While she talked, I was walking around the room, though listening intently, and can remember looking out a very large single-paned window into the parking lot. The furniture was pretty modern and seemed to be designed to encourage "out-of-the-box" thinking, if you know what I mean.

At one point, another girl in the meeting (there were four of us total, and the one against the wall never said anything and was quite shy) asked if it might be a good idea to bring Larry (Larry Tamaccio, a semi-friend of mine from high school who had apparently come out to work for MPI as a research associate) into our "think-tank" group. The leader-lady referred to my suggestion that he'd be a bad idea because he was new to MPI and was unfamiliar with the "old ways" (by which she referred to the old Provantis version that we used before I was laid off). I wanted to step in and mention that it's been a long time since he started and he might be a better candidate now than when we first started the group, but she was talking about how he didn't even know how to clear pictures from the Provantis index file (I don't know what that means, but apparently it's a way to keep from getting in trouble).

As we wrapped up the meeting, we were all on our feet getting ready to go. The woman leading the meeting was talking to the girl on my right about something, but that girl was saying a sentence to me after each sentence the leader said to her. Eventually this drove me nuts so I turned to her and said, "Are you listening to her or are you talking to me?! Make up your mind." At the same time the leader said something along the same lines to her and she was taken aback. I remember thinking that she didn't know me very well and this would make her think I was rude, but I was frustrated at her terrible listening skills!

As we left the room, leader-lady said to notice that I had given us exactly 210, and that it was our job to figure out. I didn't even know what she was talking about. 210 minutes? 210 days? $2.10?


I'm thinking about it, and I know there was something in there about pregnancy. I think I might have been pregnant, and the date for which we set our meeting may have been my due date. I referred to a scratching clawing child working its way out of me. Weird.