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This morning, I was woken up by an honest-to-goodness nightmare. I don't know exactly when it happened, but it was before the alarm went off, and it felt like I tossed and turned for a lot after it, trying to shake it off, and never did manage to fall back asleep.

It wasn't the old zombie nightmares, or anything worthy of a horror movie. No, this was something a lot more personal and a lot closer to home.

In the nightmare, I'd agreed to work the retail section of the print shop for a day, to help out. In the agreement, I wasn't supposed to work the counter or the register, just run the machines, which was why I'd agreed to help. That, and in my dream, my dad was the supervisor, and I was helping him out.

So. I walked into the main area, and this woman at the counter immediately spotted me and hailed me. "Excuse me," she said, in a snotty-haughty-I'm-better-than-you-because-you're-behind-the-counter-and-I'm-not tone of voice, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but MY business keeps YOU employed."

No one else was moving to help this woman, so I gritted my teeth, pasted on my best fake retail smile, and brightly answered, "That's not exactly how I'd phrase it, but how may I help you?"

She proceeded to go through this overly long and needlessly complex list of instructions that I summarized as, "So, you need three sets of this, in color?" I remembered my retail training, upselling, offering her binding or stapling. She went for the stapling, and I was feeling semi-okay at that point. Then she handed me the payment...a large handful of coins, mostly pennies. I knew she was waiting for me to have to count them all out to make sure it was right. I was shaking. Luckily, since I wasn't supposed to work the register, I just handed all the coins to Dad, who apparently had a change counter installed on the register just for smart-ass customers like that. I took the thick sheaf of papers and looked for the color copier.

And that's when I realized the color copier was a tabletop version. Flatbed. No feeder. No stacker. No stapler. I was going to have to hand-scan, then hand-collate, that job. I turned slowly to look at the self-serve area. The self-serve color copier was what I'd expected to find: feeder, stacker, stapler. But that woman was still at the counter, and I knew, I just knew, that if I took her copies to the self-serve area, she'd throw a fit.

That must have been the straw that broke me, because that's where I woke up, that woman's voice and words still in my head. I haven't had to work retail/customer service in three years now. But the six years I did work it have left me scarred. I've had people fling handfuls of change, mostly pennies, at me as payment, sneering, "You count it," while their children look at them, horrified by the manners their parents aren't displaying. I've had people point me out to their kids, "See, this is why you go to school, so you don't end up like her." Little do they know, I have a B.A. Fat lot of good it did me. People looked at me, saw the polo shirt and name tag, and treated me like something scraped off the bottom of their shoe. Treated me like a disposable person, like someone not worthy of respect or civility. And all I was allowed to do in return was paste on that fake smile and pretend like it didn't bother me.

Going by last night's mental blockbuster, I still have a ways to go.
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I've been reading [livejournal.com profile] bentolunch on LJ, and today, when I took a nap, I dreamt about food and packing lunches. Woke up with a strong desire for rice and eggdrop soup. :-P

Dress!

Sep. 9th, 2007 09:27 pm
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We're going on a small vacation in October. Said vacation requires a formal dress.

I found one, at Goodwill, that fit reasonably well, for $12.50.

I love Goodwill. :-D

Only problem is, it's a mite too cleavagey than what's appropriate. So that will be fixed before we leave.

But still! Dress! Pretty lavender satin formal dress for $12.50!

Also, for some reason, my brain decided to concoct a televison series crossing Pirates of the Carribean with Doctor Who in my dreams the other night. What is it with that Doctor and Captain Jacks? Overall, the dream itself wasn't too bad. The television portrayal of Orlando Bloom's character had a much better sense of humor than the movie version, and I liked how they portrayed him beind tied to the ship (long length of rusty chain attached to the mast).

I've been disoriented all day. Oh well.
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I dreamt I got a puppy. Not a dog, but a teeny-tiny white puppy slightly larger than a beanie baby. I think the guy who gave it to me said he was 9 days old. I think it was supposed to be a white labrador.

That in itself isn't odd. The fact that 1) the puppy could talk to me, telepathically, and 2) I was trying to feed him wet puppy food mixed with mashed chili beans, that was odd.

And for some reason, [livejournal.com profile] jetwolf was there, and she didn't like my new puppy. THAT was odd. (In dream) She told me that the only dog she liked was Jett.

Never mind that she was in AZ and not Portland, and that she wouldn't tell me why. Or I couldn't figure out why.

Later, the dream moved away from the puppy and into something involving having to ice skate on the roads to get anywhere, and trying to find a good breakfast place.

Like I said, dreams are odd. But I was a little disappointed to wake up and realize I didn't have a soft, warm, cuddly little white labrador puppy. :(
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Well, not so wild and crazy, just sort of a "huh." THe last dream of the night/morning (I'm not sure exactly when it happened, as I had a very choppy night's sleep) was that I was in some sort of car trip with [livejournal.com profile] jetwolf, [livejournal.com profile] stephaniejane2, and [livejournal.com profile] superstevess. We were driving around "my town," but it wasn't my town as in where I'm living now. I think it might have been a hybrid of western NY state and NE Ohio. Jet Wolf was driving. I'm not sure if [livejournal.com profile] ultrace was there or not, but I was in the front with Jet Wolf and Steve and Stephanie were in the back. The part I remember most is that there were these flitting little red and black birds that I'd never seen before, and I asked Steve what they were. They weren't cardinals, though there were a ton of those, too.

I so don't want to go to work. I want to crawl back into my bed and sleep for a week. Solidly. Not choppy like last night. :-P

Odd Dreams

Feb. 20th, 2006 09:02 am
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I dreamt about [livejournal.com profile] blogofstench's dolls last night/this morning. Or at least one of them. I know for sure AE was there; there's no mistaking her hair. I'm not sure who the other doll was...I think maybe her Haund? What was odd was that AE was the same scale as her Haund...and her Haund was female?

MW, if you wanna know more about this odd dream, lmk.

Dreams

Aug. 31st, 2005 10:37 am
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Had an interesting dream last night/this morning. I think it was a combination of Alias and Battlestar Galactica. I only say Alias because there was a wig/disguise involved, and I think the guy who makes her gadgets (name unrecalled because I haven't watched Alias since season one) was there. But it might have been McKay from Stargate Atlantis.

Anyway. Kara (Starbuck) had to go undercover in a red wig (like real red hair, not Ronald McDonald hair) and used the name "Sophie." While in the Sophie disguise, she started a relationship with Lee (Apollo). However, when the time came to end the Sophie charade, the only way they could do it was to stage this massive car accident in a parking lot. Lots of explosions, injuries. I think Kara got a pair of nail scissors to the head, creating a lovely gash. Lee was suitably upset at "Sophie's" death, which was odd, because Kara was still his friend. Eventually, near the end of the dream, Kara couldn't take it anymore and told Lee that she had been Sophie. He didn't believe her at first, until she found a wig and proved it. I'm not quite sure how the next bit happened, but he was agreeing to sleep with her if he could call her "Sophie." She seemed skeptical, asked what she'd be getting out of it, and he gave her this amazing kiss.

The gadget guy came into play when Lee and Adama were examining evidence at the crash and he'd found a bullet that hadn't properly fired. It was still in its casing, with just a small hole in the side. Yes, I know that's not how bullets work, but hey, it made sense in the dream. And yes, I am a massive Lee/Kara shipper, and I have no idea what happened with that guy on Caprica. I missed that episode, so I don't know if they knew each other before that or not. It just seemed awfully quick to me. She's pining over Lee, lands on Caprica, meets this guy in the resistance and next thing we know, she's in love with him? After knowing him less than a day? WTF? Have to do some research on that.

Dreams

Jun. 15th, 2005 09:09 am
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I don't know if it's the pills or what, but I've been having disturbing dreams the past few nights that all deal with persecution. One had stormtroopers, and last night's dealt with me trying to write/publish a scientific paper, but getting hijacked at every step by a TA who was supposed to be helping me. One part of the dream, I was supposed to bind about a hundred copies of this paper (more like a thesis), and she wouldn't show me how to work the binding machine. Another TA felt sorry for me and showed me how to work it. But the first TA found out about it, and pointed to a few edits that had been made. Told me that since I didn't date when the changes were made, I'd have to destroy all the bound copies. I just looked at her, stunned. According to her, because the changes weren't dated, I couldn't prove they were my work, and therefore I could get sued for plagarisim. And she knew that the other guy had helped me, and threatened to involve him in this, too. And then she started tearing up the copies, filled with glee that she'd managed to stop me again.

Then there was the dream that Matt and I went to BotCon this year. We met up with Ellen, and this guy Alex she knew from online. I didn't know they were more than friends, but Matt did. When I found that out, I was a little miffed she didn't tell me she was dating someone. There was also something dealing with fake teeth, sort of. For some reason, I'd put on tooth overlays, like acrylic nails, but they weren't holding up well, so I had to go into the bathroom and pop them off so I could brush off the residue. Also in the dream, I got to meet David Willis, who writes/draws Roomies, It's Walky!, and Shortpacked. But a main part of the dream was that Matt and I slept in, or lounged around in bed for a good portion of the morning, missing about half the day's worth of the convention, which didn't sit well with me, but all my teasing and cajoling wouldn't get him out of the bed earlier.

All in all, I think I'm glad I'm awake, and I hope I actually get some pleasant, restful dreams tonight.

Dreams

May. 9th, 2005 10:06 am
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Last night I dreamt that [livejournal.com profile] mimisgrotto and her husband came to visit for a few days.  This was probably spurred by 1) reading [livejournal.com profile] jetwolf's lj, as that happened to her, and 2) finding a Jem poster yesterday I thought Mimi might like.

What really struck me as odd, once I woke up, is that my apartment in the dream was a combination of the 3-bedroom apt we have here, and the 2-bedroom I had back in OH.

Odd dreams

Feb. 6th, 2005 09:39 am
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I dreamt last night I was on a reality show, a la The Surreal Life, but with aspects of The Apprentice (read: Donald Trump was there somewhere). Something I had to do was compete with this other girl for a NYC Penthouse apartment and $50,000. I don't remember what we had to do to win, but Jordan Knight was helping me.

Now, I was NOT a New Kids on the Block fan. But in the dream, I was becoming romantically involved with Jordan. Gyaaah.

It was a weird apartment, too. Fluctuated between two and five bedrooms. Woke up before I found out if I won or not.

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