I am going to a doctor office, not for a visit but to drop something off. I am in the entry lobby, and open a door that leads down a corridor. As I look into the corridor, thinking to move forward, I collapse. I lay there, half in, half out of the corridor, the door still open. I wonder if I have fainted, but realize that no, I have just collapsed. I lay there not moving, thinking of what I need to do next. I know I must look strange laying there on the floor, surely someone will notice and let the doctor know. I am thinking that this isn’t my regular doctor, but he will still know what to do. I wonder when someone will find me.
I am a young woman working in an office building – it is a new job and I have been taken around to meet a few of the people I’ll be working with. I am just learning my way around the office itself which takes up a whole floor of the building – one of the higher floors. I have a small office, hardly bigger than a cubicle, but I am happy and proud because it is mine, and I can work alone in it. There is only one person I answer to, and she is training me.