This morning I found myself face-down in front of a large building. It was obvious that I had taken a great fall from one of the rooms above me, but now I apparently had amnesia.
I went in.
I could tell that the building had been built by an American architect, as the ground floor was designated as the first floor, and I guessed that there might be a basement below me. I started going into random rooms, trying to jog my memory a bit.
1st floor: I poked my head into room 130 and saw someone with a deck of cards. She was staring intently at it, then flipped the top card over with great conviction. She then sighed sadly and scribbled something down on a notepad.
3rd floor: There were a bunch of unsavory mobster-types hanging out by room 364, so I kept going up.
4th floor: I couldn't seem to understand what anyone was talking about, so I continued up.
6th floor: I stopped in room 633 and mellowed out for exactly 7 minutes.
9th (top) floor: I looked into room 910 and was reminded that I had not looked in the basement, so I went back down for a look-see.
Basement: Ahhh! This was finally familiar! I snuggled right into my desk in room 25 and took a nap.
When I woke up I was home, in bed. What a strange dream that had been! Well, no worries, everyone dreams about work sometimes.
What is my job and where do I work?