Were strange

You are in your work cubicle. Your computer pings with an email notification. It's from your boss's boss's boss, the highest ranked guy for your city's office who only answers to the big suits in New York. He needs to see you at the 58th floor immediately. You didn't even know he knew your name. You are outside his office with no recollection of the normal two elevator trips, first to the ground floor and then up the executive elevator, that you'd normally need to transit to get here. You try to knock on the door but as you look down at your arm something is wrong. Your suit isn't right. It is many sizes too big or maybe you're many sizes too small. You can't see your hand through your sleeve. you're suddenly aware that your standing on top of the hem of your pants. In desperation you attempt again to knock but you can't lift your arm through the weight of the cotton. You collapse onto a pile of textiles...