ryan169

I'm outdoors at some type of plaza. There's lots of stone and lush green trees. There are about 6 'lanes' separated by stone walls. At the far end of each, there is a wrought iron gate.
My manager is here and she's having me count a 'drawer'. All the money is In the lane, like it is a register. All the money is wrapped coins. It seems like there has to be at least 30 of each.
For some reason I leave the 'drawer' and talk to my dad who has shown up.
I come back and my manager is mad that I left the money. I try to explain that he always talks and distracts me.