Hailstones Melt's dream of 23-12-2017
I got the job of Receptionist at Woodside, (a big oil and gas player in Western Australia). A Receptionist in a big corporation can be a busy role, and the last Receptionist was there for the day to hand over the job role to me. I am very familiar with office tasks and knew how to perform the role, but I was shocked to find out that there was no computerization and messages had to be taken down on little yellow sticky notes (similar to a time 30-40 years ago of phone answering). Not only that, but there was no computerized list of employees in the company, so it was impossible to connect the calls directly, and I found out that one had to memorise the individual phone numbers to be able to connect the calls. Of course, while I was trying to complete one task, the phone would again ring, and I would have to leave that unfinished to take it. It was similar to trying to manage a flood of information without the proper tools. I was stationed on the bottom floor (foyer) of the large office tower. I had trouble keeping things on my desk, and I realised the land slanted away down from the desk quite rapidly. I started making notes of what needed to be done to make this job satisfactory, including building a little flat wooden platform so my office chair would not skid away downhill on its rollers. As usual, I stayed back late after going home time (on my first day on the job) in order to make these notes so that I would have something to offer to my employer about how we could improve things. I had a couple of senior executives from the very top floor come down to see me. They were concerned about the Chairman of the corporation, who apparently had bowel cancer, and was off at his home mansion in Rose Bay. They wanted to make sure calls got through to him. I was given a phone number for him 28300 (Note: adds up to 13 – I must look up the occult meaning of 13 to understand this point). The executives had a problem with going to his house for their important meetings, because the smell of his bowel releases was too much for them. They were hoping, I, the Receptionist would be able to advise them how best to do the contact. I had one of them sitting quite close to me. I told him it was my first day on the job, and that prior to that I had been a 3-year unemployed person, but that I had the skills to do the job. Then I had a psychic flash, and wrote down a message for him on a yellow sticky-note. It was the word EMPTY.
The revelation of this word was so powerful that I woke up out of my dream. In that state between dreaming and waking, I thought the meaning of the word EMPTY must have been spiritually moribund. I believe, I, the new Receptionist, had been the only person with the guts to tell the management that that’s what they were.
Oh well.
(Note: This dream did not include Schlumberger, my old employer, and I am pretty sure I have cut the dream tethers there. Woodside is one O&G employer in Perth that I have never worked for directly and potentially could have had a job there but chose not to go down that choice point.)
I got the job of Receptionist at Woodside, (a big oil and gas player in Western Australia). A Receptionist in a big corporation can be a busy role, and the last Receptionist was there for the day to hand over the job role to me. I am very familiar with office tasks and knew how to perform the role, but I was shocked to find out that there was no computerization and messages had to be taken down on little yellow sticky notes (similar to a time 30-40 years ago of phone answering). Not only that, but there was no computerized list of employees in the company, so it was impossible to connect the calls directly, and I found out that one had to memorise the individual phone numbers to be able to connect the calls. Of course, while I was trying to complete one task, the phone would again ring, and I would have to leave that unfinished to take it. It was similar to trying to manage a flood of information without the proper tools. I was stationed on the bottom floor (foyer) of the large office tower. I had trouble keeping things on my desk, and I realised the land slanted away down from the desk quite rapidly. I started making notes of what needed to be done to make this job satisfactory, including building a little flat wooden platform so my office chair would not skid away downhill on its rollers. As usual, I stayed back late after going home time (on my first day on the job) in order to make these notes so that I would have something to offer to my employer about how we could improve things. I had a couple of senior executives from the very top floor come down to see me. They were concerned about the Chairman of the corporation, who apparently had bowel cancer, and was off at his home mansion in Rose Bay. They wanted to make sure calls got through to him. I was given a phone number for him 28300 (Note: adds up to 13 – I must look up the occult meaning of 13 to understand this point). The executives had a problem with going to his house for their important meetings, because the smell of his bowel releases was too much for them. They were hoping, I, the Receptionist would be able to advise them how best to do the contact. I had one of them sitting quite close to me. I told him it was my first day on the job, and that prior to that I had been a 3-year unemployed person, but that I had the skills to do the job. Then I had a psychic flash, and wrote down a message for him on a yellow sticky-note. It was the word EMPTY.
The revelation of this word was so powerful that I woke up out of my dream. In that state between dreaming and waking, I thought the meaning of the word EMPTY must have been spiritually moribund. I believe, I, the new Receptionist, had been the only person with the guts to tell the management that that’s what they were.
Oh well.
(Note: This dream did not include Schlumberger, my old employer, and I am pretty sure I have cut the dream tethers there. Woodside is one O&G employer in Perth that I have never worked for directly and potentially could have had a job there but chose not to go down that choice point.)
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