Nostalgic subconscious

[feren]

Friday night I had a dream where I was back at the office building $EMPLOYER used to occupy. It was an odd dream where I and some other folks had been invited back to the annex building to review some of the enhancements the new tenant had put in. I remember walking into the part of the building that had been our data center and talking extensively about the number of rows of racks we had when we were there as well as the challenges around some of the design.

I woke up feeling rather melancholy after that. I dream frequently about the old office location, it seems. I am not having them as frequently as I had the dreams about dying in a freak elevator accident at that building, but I can tell there's part of me that wants to go back to that time. Was it a better time back then? I am pretty sure we didn't play mouse-ball soccer and smash hard drives with antenna masts because we were happy. So I'm not sure why itOr just rose-colored glasses on the past?

I can feel my soul, it's bleeding

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[asetwoman.livejournal.com]

Angry golf!

[feren.livejournal.com]

I found that video clip of the hard drive going *KERPOW* into a billion sparks. It's amazing the things I kept!

[captain18.livejournal.com]

There's something about the bonding that takes place in those kinds of situations. It's funny that you mention this, because lately I've been dreaming about my time at $TV_STATION more than a little and hadn't really put it into any kind of perspective until just this moment.

As satisfying as what I'm doing now is, there are times when I want to be slinging tapes and presiding over the big board again with 60,000 people watching me put the wrong camera on the air.

[doomsey.livejournal.com]

Tonight I dreamt that someone else stole my meaningless license plate format user ID from my illustrious employer.

I'm not sure what that means, but it's certainly weird.

[markvd.livejournal.com]

Now is more horrible.