did that really happen?

no. it did not. it was a dream.

a fucking work dream.

being partially employed i spend just enough time at work to have it stalk and harass me while i'm unconscious.

in my dream i was taking the closing shift and instead of slowing down for the night the restaurant got steady business with the occasional large party until the sun had come up the next day.

we had run out of plates and glasses since the dish washer had gotten off at an appropriate time. they was no busser. we were running out of food and at some point my boss presented me with a hi-tech gizmo (for god knows what reason) that looked like a food processor, but when i turned it on it shot cheerio-sized copper rings into all the food i was just about to serve. tracy, my co-worker appeared and we started pulling these metal rings out of a large baking sheets worth of linguine pomodoro con cozze e vongole with our bare hands

i would try to tell people they couldn't sit and that we were done serving and they would tell me that they were hungry so i could go fuck off. they would order drinks that i had never heard of with ingredients i didn't have (or had just sold the last of)

there was a brief segue where i was trying to wash my hands in the bathroom at my elementary school but the sinks had been removed.

just as i was getting that overwhelming sense of failure. i woke up.

i either need a new job or a fucking vacation.

golden

today was the day i broke out of the winter funk.

it's been an entire winters coming. i get very hobbity and secluded when the days get short and dark, but not today.

today i skipped, i pranced, i sang, i played games with my sister, admired tulips for sale by the waterfront, talked san francisco politics with my favorite local journalist, made fun of really good-looking actors filming a really crappy t.v. show, saw a bollywood motorcycle scene shot on the same street as an episode of myth busters (apparently everybody got film clearance on the same day) and ventured through chinatown to pick up fresh bathroom accessories. i even stopped to compliment strangers on their choice of strange small dogs

i went with my manfriend to the ferry building to get lunch. i ate a hot dog--the best fucking hot dog i have ever had. 3inches of bun and 8inches of wiener. handmade saurkraut with caraway seeds. rough chopped dill relish. spicy stone ground dijon mustard.

manfriend had a burger. he is not in the habit of specifying doneness when ordering his meat. his burger was rare. he said it was the most delicious burger he had ever had. he just woke from a dead sleep to vomit. profusely.

apparently it is just not his day.