Daydream on Purpose by Dorothy Enriquez
I bumped into two people before I could withdraw a number from the red dispenser. The number 16 was displayed on the overhead screen; I pulled 27. Sending packages was a popular pass time for which I never received the memo. Music wasn’t an option. I forgot my headphones. I couldn’t read a magazine; I didn’t pack one in my go-go gadget hand bag. Surfing the inter-web was out of the question due to lack of reception. What was a girl to do? Daydream of course. I dreamt of the future: I was dressed to conquer the world in cadet blue slacks, a white and blue pin-striped-long-sleeved blouse and metallic-silver-four-inch heels. Large windows traced the entire perimeter of the building. Large gray/blue tiles made the floor appear endless. There wasn’t a cubicle or piece of furniture in sight. Six groups of people stood before me awaiting instructions in the airy and naturally lit office space. Two groups were from my company and the other four were unfamiliar. I lifted both hands