Last night: A corporate media dream?
I work for a Sam Zell media company. I talk with a friend about the company's financials and stock price as we get into the elevator. I realize Zell and assistants are already in the elevator, so I change the subject. We rise X number of stories when Zell and minions get out. One minion pops his head back to the door as it closes and tells my friend and I in a friendly way the financials and stock price are fine.
I have a mess of secret documents, and a man comes and gets them. Somehow still in the elevator, I step onto a floor and walk to the big glass windows, looking outside. The room is crowded with workers, all a little worried about the cat and the gun. There's a loaded gun just sitting on a chair, and a jumpy cat is all over the room. What if the cat jumps on the gun? Hpw will the gun spin? Where will the bullet fly?
The scene changes, and I'm having an affair with Zell's trophy wife. (In real life, Zell is divorced twice.) From bed, the wife speaks to Victoria. Who? A talking computer apparently runs the home, and I know I've been found out. If the home computer know she's there, the computer knows I'm there too. (In my real life, I've recently seen Iron Man.) On a sofa in the room, I race to put my shoes on, but I know I'm too late.
Zell strides in and throws himself onto the bed. He tosses me a sheaf of papers. My evaluation forms, he says. "Change one thing," he says, getting louder. "You have TWO MINUTES!" I flip through the forms and realize they go back to old printers, dot-matrix on yellowed paper, from before I ever began working. These forms aren't job forms. They're the evaluation forms for my entire life. I have to change one thing about my life, make one thing worse, to earn his forgiveness. I wake up.
