I'm at work, in the hallway near my cubicle. I'm looking for some certain instruments, on a rack. In the area where there is normally a printer, there is a blonde girl working with a soldering iron, like Haley from Marketing; she's a new engineer, and I find it odd that we have a feminine engineer now. In my mind runs the song from Sesame Street, "One of these things is not like the other..."

I go downstairs, still looking for the instrument, and I think Vickie the Production Manager is helping me look. But everybody down there is crying. At first I think they just got done with some meeting, one of those stupid motivational meetings, and I remark how it really got to them. But then I notice water on the floor, and broken glass, and I realize they are crying because their aquarium just broke.

There are dying fish in the water on the floor, and I'm saying "why isn't anybody trying to rescue these fish?" but they're saying it doesn't matter, there's no point, it's just over for them. But some of them look like they could be saved - as I point out, there are even frogs in a bag of water, like they had just been put in the aquarium and hadn't even been released yet. And other frogs, just sitting on the ground, and I'm saying those kind of frogs like the water, but they can also be perfectly ok out in the air.

Instead of the instruments I was looking for, I end up with four or five large patio umbrellas, all closed up (but not securely, just loosely closed), which I am then carrying through ankle-deep water. I joke (perhaps just to myself) that I look like somebody from Louisiana (where they recently had a flood in real life). I go over near the back door, but then I'm not sure where to put the umbrellas. We're going to need them for the upcoming badminton tournament anyway, so can I just pile them against the wall near the door?