[ WP ] Every time you fall asleep , you wake up in an alternate universe where one aspect of your life is changed completely ( Employment , pets , etc . )

Poka cuddled on the bed beside me, meowing loudly. He wants attention, and Siamese cats sure knows how to get them. We had one when we were kids, and I remember her meows echoing through the house at night. 
 
 Its almost 2am. I had stayed up late preparing a presentation for Coca Cola tomorrow regarding their new commercials for Christmas. They have high standards when it comes to Christmas commercials, and as such it has been a pain in the ass. 
 
 My girlfriend of two years pulls my blanket away from me while Poka cuddles up next to her instead. Its going to be a long night. 
 
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 Man, I have got to learn to try and get more sleep. Now I ca n't find a parking spot and the presentation is in 10 minutes! Seems like the only place left seems to be the handicapped spot. I've never done it before, but then, I've never been this late. And parking spots to be seen! 
 
 Fuck it, I'll park it somewhere else during my lunch break. 
 
 Running to the elevator, I see it closing right before my eyes. `` Wait!'' I shouted. Too late. Urggh, this day is starting out to be a big pain in the ass! Stairs it is. 5 floors. Just think of it as morning exercise, I told myself. 
 
 Arriving at the meeting room, I see that our clients are already seated inside. For some reason everyone seems to be dressed casually today. Hmm.....oh well, does n't matter. 
 
 `` Good morning, gentlemen!'' I greeted them as I walked in. I opened up my laptop and connected it to the projector. `` Sorry about this, I got stuck in traffic this morning. Some cyclist got hit by a firetruck.'' Not true, but I watched Enemy of the State last weekend and for some reason it came to mind as a good enough excuse. 
 
 `` Now, Christmas, the happiest day of the year for children all over the country. How will we convey that emotional connection with Coca Cola?'' Their logo popped up on screen. `` How do we associate Coca Cola with Christmas?'' The clients look surprisingly confused. 
 
 A timeline of Coca Cola's history with Christmas comes up. `` Fortunately for us, Coca Cola already has a long history with Christmas, dating back to the early 20th Century. Because of this, we just need to remind customers of Coca Cola's importance towards Christmas.'' They look even more confused now. 
 
 Someone tapped me on the shoulder. Its Rick. `` Hey, Alan, can I talk to you outside for a moment?'' Huh, I wondered what I did wrong. `` Will you excuse us for a minute guys?'' Rick ushered me outside. 
 
 `` What the hell are you doing?'' He whispered angrily. `` This is n't what you were told to do! And why are you dressed like you're about to meet your in-laws?'' 
 
 I'm baffled. I'm wrong? What did I do? I've been working on this for weeks. And as far I know the company has always maintained a strict dress code. 
 
 `` I thought we were supposed to come up with a new marketing plan for Coca Cola for December! I did all you told me to do!'' 
 
 Rick genuinely looks annoyed now. `` Marketing plan? Coca Cola? Alan, what, the, fuck, are you talking about? You're really pissing me off this morning.'' 
 
 `` Did you reassign me to a new client? Because this agency has promised me this client for months now! Pete guaranteed me that I get Coca Cola!'' 
 
 He started to rub his forehead. `` Agency? Client? Alan, what exactly do you think we're doing here?'' 
 
 Ok, this is really annoying me and creeping me out at the same time. I just noticed around me how the whole office seems different and everyone seems to be on a casual dress code. Did the agency got taken over by another agency overnight or something? 
 
 `` Rick, what's going on?'' 
 
 `` You were supposed to come up with a proposal for a new social media platform that the company is thinking on investing in.'' 
 
 What? I do n't remember this at all. Just then I notice Rick's nametag. It says Google. 
 
 `` Ah, right. I think I remember what you're on about.'' Honestly, I do n't, but I have no idea how else I'm going to get out of this. `` Let's do this.'' We walked backed into the meeting room. 
 
 I closed my laptop. `` Sorry about that, gentlemen. Confused you for a different client.'' They laughed. `` Right.'' I sighed. 
 
 `` Our new social media platform.'' Shit, what do I call it? I am not at all well versed in this. 
 
 `` Its going to be called Google.....'' I noticed a Swiss flag on one of the client's briefcases. ``....Plus.''
