Would anyone like an olive? Anyone?
The publishing company where I work is undergoing a big reorganization and work flow process change initiative. As a part of this my department is being split up. Today at work we had a departmental meeting about these changes and were also told in personal meetings with our director what our new jobs would be and to whom we’d be reporting. We all still have a job, and will all be working for the same salary as before, so no worries on that score. But I guess I was worried about it, because last night I had a dream about the meeting.
In my dream we were all told what our new jobs would be in the big general meeting. The first person on the list was told he would have a job at a grocery store owned by our parent company, and that the job would consist of passing out olive samples to the customers. I started to feel unwell, so I left the room. By the time I felt better and came back the meeting was over. As people streamed out of the meeting room, a lot of people looked very excited over their new jobs. A co-worker of mine grabbed my arm and told me that her new job was great, that it involved a lot of travelling and free Armani suits. I got excited over the prospect that I might have a great new job too. So I started asking the people around me what my new job was. Everyone looked uncomfortable, and then one of my co-workers came up to me and told me gently that my new job was as assistant to the guy who was to pass out the olive samples.