A Dream of TV

Somehow the pt job with the running company led to another one in a TV studio. No sooner did I show up than they told me the schedules were all scrambled and they’d need me more than they thought. Immediately I got kicked upstairs, riding the hi-speed elevator up 30 Rock (because it seems that’s where we were).

That’s it. That’s the dream. Nothing more except constant anxiety about showing up for work.