I'm at work. I have a bench like on the production line, and it seems I'm just getting it set up. It's very bare. I remember my headphones, and speakers. It's so tidy, unlike my real working world.

There's a small mess of small objects that apparently needs to be in a certain place for some reason, either on the floor at my feet, or right at my hands on my bench. I don't remember why the mess needs to be there, but it is to obstruct some other use of the space. It's an excused mess.