Visiting Co-Workers

In the parking lot of the old Lutheran Social Services before the move. I saw friends leaving the building, smoking and gesturing to each other about a client. I thought I'd better get out and talk otherwise I'd look suspicious sitting in my car. As I enthusiastically waved, they waved back but did not stop to talk. I entered the building and saw a redesigned office with unfamiliar places. Decided then to quickly exit, deciding that there were no longer any people I know who works there. It reminds me, as I type this, that I had had another dream about returning to work here. In the other dream, I had my own office, left largely to my own and had an overwhelming amount of work and clutter around the office with absolutely no direction.