Jennifer White and I are working in a school. An older woman is giving us orders, and she tells us that she is disappointed in all the other teachers, who are putting in "the bare minimum" of effort. She keeps repeating this phrase. Jen hands me a broom and a dustpan, and we go to work sweeping the classroom and the hallway outside. Next, she hands me a weird vacuum cleaner. I am trying to figure out how to plug it in, but she laughs and says, "Wires! How old school!" I finally get the thing to run, and start vacuuming the floors. It is a terribly satisfying feeling.
I decide to take a break and walk into the next room where there are walls full of musical instruments. I pull down a ukulele looking thing and start to play it, but Jen comes in and tells me to get back to work. I pick up my vacuum and keep at it. The older lady comes back into the room to inspect our work and tells us that we are both getting graded and that we get A pluses. She wants us to make a presentation to the other slacker teachers, but I am feeling concerned about looking like a keener.
I wake up and decide to clean my house.