For Better or Worse? #dreamdiary 214

I’m down at the other end of the supermarket. Someone has opened their own version of a store that’s the same brand as our own. This store is absolutely thriving. Customers are everywhere and there’s one queue to serve them all from. The christmas lights are being put up right in front of me by people on ladders above screens hanging down from the ceiling. The room that they have to operate is double the space of what we have. There’s space to rest items on benches behind shelves that are prepped for promotional items. And they have lots of staff. They’re all young and are willing to fetch stock but no-one is wearing a headset. They’re being led by an ex-colleague of mine. I’ve made a purchase with my staff discount which requires a signature but my receipt is taken off me and is signed by a colleague. I’m about to tell him that’s not how it works but I can’t be bothered as this is my time and I’ve only just discovered this place.

Over-Purposed #dreamdiary 213

I’m in a corridor that’s pasted with yellow vertical curvy walls in brick tiles. The floor and ceiling are both painted cream. My colleague has just brought a pallet of beer into the room. I’ve had to move backwards so that he can push a corner of it into a corner then rotate it round to place it at the end of the room. It seems a very strange method for storing things. There are hundreds of these corners all over the stockroom. It’s anew storage system to reduce theft by keeping everything as far apart from each other as possible and delegated to as few people so that trends can be identified. I’m on the fifth floor waiting for my delivery to be pulled in but there’s nowhere to put it away. There’s a lot of hanging around nowadays. I walk around the wall and there’s a window looking at a multi-storey car park opposite. Our building is in a square that surrounds it.