magazine sorting

I dreamt that I was at a vacation house with my coworkers. It was uncomfortable, I didn't want to be there and I was just doing what was necessary to keep busy to avoid having to interact. People were sitting at the dining table, so I went in search for glasses. I knew they wanted drinks, so I was looking for rocks glasses. My mom was there too hobnobbing and asking people questions, the same people I wanted to avoid. There were a stack of magazines that were a mess... another thing could do to keep busy. I went over to start sorting them. They were in fact in the way. My mom loudly asked why are you organizing the magazines? You don't have to do that right now... Drawing attention to me and the activity that was not necessary. I looked at her with a "shush!" look and she kind of had a mean grin with her eyes and kept on.