I came back to my shared desk at work and discovered one of three figurines (trolls?) was missing, but I couldn’t remember what the missing one looked like. I was upset by its loss nonetheless.
Dark stuff was smeared all over the desk, which could be explained by the two balls of graphite I eventually found, first one, then the other.
I opened the drawer to find what looked like sawdust and wood flakes.
Someone sitting in my chair had moved when I returned, but she had no explanation and had not seen anything.
I doubted myself over the third figurine.
After time had passed, a note appeared written clumsily on tattered cardboard explaining someone in their area had used my desk to shred particleboard. To compensate me for the inconvenience, they had ordered me office supplies. Awkward drawings accompanied the text.
Unrelated, I later headed to Human Resources, but kept finding myself in a high-rise mall-like setting with many unusual shops and lots of workers browsing.
I had to get back (having never made it to HR), but I couldn’t find an elevator. I thought I had seen one but it went missing. Finally I discovered one hidden behind a conventional office door, but it was up three steep, oddly angled steps that I couldn’t navigate — but I tried.
A woman stuck her head out of a window in the lower part of the frosted glass elevator door to see if I was coming but I said I’d catch the next one. I was very late already, though, and there was no way I could get up those three steps.