At work on the weekend. There’s a problem with one of the tallies on a report-#14. I walk around and look at it. Walk back to my desk and try to get things arranged-but someone’s there. Walk around the office with a guy. He’s picking up random stuff. We walk through the executive suite and back to the office. I comment about how much better it is without the mini.
Walk through the corridors back to my room-my pants are down. Some lady by the elevators is shocked and staring.