Bond has moved to new offices in a much larger space. There is a whole cafeteria with lunch tables.
I go to look for my office and there are 2 or 3 other women in there. One of them is sitting on a twin-sized bed. I ask her if this is where she is staying and she says she had planned on it. I walk around and look at the other offices and most of them have been converted into bedrooms, some housing multiple people. I try to explain that most people have their own apartments they live in, and the office is just for working.
I go into the new kitchen but it’s terrible. None of the glasses match and there is nothing to eat or drink. I can’t find my water bottle, so I take a bottle of raspberry-flavored Diet Coke out of the refrigerator. This seems horrible to drink but I am thirsty and there’s nothing else.
I am stunned by how many people are working at Bond. There must be 40 or 50 people in the lunchroom, most of whom I have never seen before. I can’t find Evan or Josh to ask who all the people are. I talk to a middle-aged man who I think is the new CFO. He says that they have already released a handful of contractors who weren’t needed, but I am still concerned that we have too many people. It seems like most of them are HR or Finance.
I stand up on one of the lunch tables to say a few words to everyone. As I am standing the table starts to move and I fall down and start laughing. I stand back up and warn everyone that the table is unsteady. I fall down a couple more times as I’m speaking.
