FryingMan

+(f) something about elevators

+ work @ Microsoft: we're making a new game, sons S1 and S2 give the demonstration. S2 messes it up a bit while S1 is away. S1 is knowledgeable about graphics cards (sort of surprised me), me mentions one by it's technical name.

Join a table of colleagues for a meeting. Most are seated across from my and to the right. They're talking, one of them makes a comment about the best workers. I make a pithy/clever comment that "the best workers stay the same, they just move around to different companies". Mostly nobody heard me because they were still talking, but some started to listen towards the end of my statement and they asked me to repeat it. I repeated it, the chuckle/nod in agreement.

I look down at myself and see I am not wearing my shirt, I see my bare chest. I feel this is a bit inappropriate at a meeting. My shirt is in my hands and I see it's inside out, so I start correcting it and then I'll put it on. Across the table I see is the group leader, he has a scraggy beard. The colleagues at the table are all guys about my age.

+ repairing the roof: I start high flying DO over the roof that several women are repairing. It's a fairly decrepit single-room building, dark wooden shingles, and they're renovating it. They're trying to figure out how best to pry off the shingles, there are some gaps on the roof near the peak/top where they've already removed some. The renovation leader makes a comment that the box just under the top of the roof should be replaced. I think they're trying to save as much old material as they can. The leader mentions that it would make a much better (lab?) if they just built a new building.

+ walking outside on street. My wife is ahead of me and initiates a conflict with some large dangerous looking thugs. As I approach she expects me to handle this mess she's started, and I say "Oh, No! No way!" and keep on walking ignoring the conflict.

At the end of the block there's a (convenience store?) and some hipster-ish girls are sitting down on chairs, they're wearing tank-tops and I'm vaguely aware of their cleavage. I think we're politically incompatible though.

In a group/club next door, some are sitting on a couch and we're chatting. I'm standing behind the couch with my hands placed on top of the back of the couch and sort of stretching while talking. Then a girl who's standing behind me responds to something I say with the comment like "...<something> about other gay guys." She thinks I'm gay, this makes me really mad, and while my body is still facing forwards I bend back behind me and give her the finger and hold it there in her face. She can't figure out what made me mad and I want her to figure it out on her own. After holding this pose a few seconds and storm off with the comment "f^&*ing <bleep>!".

A bit down the street they're talking about a building to the right (used for the military?).