I was in a beige cube with no windows to tell if it was day or night time.  I was a high paid executive assistant for a major biotech company. There was a man sitting over my shoulder dictating to me a re-write of a 61 page PowerPoint presentation as he made it up off of the top of his head.  It was a presentation for "New hires," about safety issues in the company.  He said they had shortened the training that it used to be four hours long, but now it is being melted down to only two. Okay, it wasn't a dream... it was a nightmare.

It was my second day on the job and I agreed to work overtime to help make the important deadline.  I arrived at 8:00am that day and was too busy to take lunch with all the craziness that was going on and now it was approaching 7:30pm....

....when he stops me, to clarify the abbreviation "CHO."  My eyes were totally glazed over when he said "CHO" stands for " Chinese Hamster Ovaries." 

I was rummy and my neat little corporate costume was getting a bit wrinkled from sitting for so long and my right arm was killing me.  I lost it.  I uncontrollably laughed out loud.  He was not amused.  Seriously they test drugs using Chinese Hamster Ovaries. 

Really weird stuff shows its familiar face at the most obscure dehumanizing moments. No telling when they come along to knock you off of your feet and back into some other reality that is even more ridiculous.  "Surfing the blime ©," ....I call it. 

I started to wonder about what a Chinese Hamster would look like and what about the boy Hamsters?   I could just see big protest signs marching up and down the road saying, "What about the Chinese Hamster balls?"  I think at that point he realized it was time for us both to go home for the day.  You can't buy humor like this. 

I mean dream wise and all....