Okay, the spinach plant had grown into the cap of the orange juice bottle and I was trying to scrape off its root tentacles so it could be offered to my company's clients and not look too weird before it was poured; all the other beverages/juices had been used and were a big hit and the other woman and I had run out of stock so had to use these.

I was trying to find my place in the company, the owner kept sending me across the street to an office building to interview for jobs but I never had a room number or name of who I was to interview with, had to try and show up the "right" place but it was always so vague and all the jobs were wildly inappropriate and not at all what I wanted to do, very boring jobs like dishwasher or file clerk, etc. I'd interview but not enthusiastically. It was like I didn't fit in anywhere, either across the street or in the company I was trying to stay in.

The snack and beverages I had suggested serving and they were my own stock. Then some woman my age, reminds me of a woman I worked with in the 1970's, became "in charge" of offering them to the clients, it was like it was the company owner's secretary or private assistant, but she let me help. I was trying to make it obvious that it was my stock and idea and that I was of value to the company in some role, equally vague but not across the street.

But I partially woke this morning and for half an hour or more was working on getting the green of the ingrown spinach off the orange juice bottle top. I was just starting to work with a sharper object, maybe a knife, getting it looking a bit better, almost as good as it could, when I decided to wake completely and get up.