Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Vexing work dream. I’d been demoted in some weird way. The result was that I was moved from my cubicle to another one that was not equipped with a Mac nor two monitors. I protested, but apparently nothing could be done about it. On the other hand, my monitor was expandable, like a window on a touch screen. The actual physical object grew and contracted as you gesticulated in front of it. So that was something. Still, I felt slighted, marginalized.