More eight hour shifts!
Ah. Today is payday. Such a lovely day payday is. I should be receiving my check in about four hours! .. as you can tell I've been waiting for it for a bit.
I am really enjoying my job here at Magellans. Not that I absolutely loove everyone that works here, but there hasn't been any drama so far *crosses fingers and toes*, and that is an important thing in zeh work environment. I'm excited that I actually like my boss, instead of loathe. She's silly and her accent makes me happy. I'm just hoping either Kevin or Nikki get hired here. Taking over another catalogue company! Woo HOO
I dreamt of a moose the other night. The whole dream was really odd... let's see what I can remember. I remember being informed that I was to watch this moose creature because for some reason he was quite helpless. He was the size of a puppy-dog (not very Moose-sized) and he was quite adorable. He walked upright like a human, but was timid and frightened easily (especially by dogs), so sometimes I would carry him. I felt slightly annoyed by the situation only because I had to keep a constant eye on this moose. I recall walking through somewhere that was slightly our mobile home park, and mostly some other place. Like France with different coloured LED lights everywhere. Somebody walks by with a few dogs and a large German Shephard who, of course, wants to eat my moose. So I scoop him up and comfort him. I feel like the moose had a voice, perhaps a telepathic one. Nothing TOO excited happened in my moose dream, although at the end I seem to have lost track of him. I was in a house and I was concerned that he got eaten, since the german shephard was around. I was looking all over for him when I looked under the bed and discovered that he'd turned into a very tiny puppy and was sleeping soundly with two other puppies. Also, before the whole moose thing happened, I was at Gramma's house. Her yard was only slightly different.. Gramma told me that Baby had died, and she seemed okay. I did not feel okay. She told me it happened in May, and I held Gramma and sobbed in her arms. We were holding eachother right where.. well there's the pool, and at the head of the pool there is fake green carpet and right beyond that are rocks.. we were right there in the center of the rocks where a bench used to be. She was fine but as I continued to sob in her arms, she started to sob as well. When we were finished, I looked around, to see a puppy-dog, who happen to look just like Charlie. I asked Gramma what that was about.. she explained to me that they got a new dog, and that well, he was like Charlie had come back. Like he had died, but he was here again in new form.. well pretty much same form. I looked over at the patio to see Grampa there. He looks lively and happy. He was slightly larger. Kind of like he was years and years ago, before he started losing any weight. He seemed very happy about his new Charlie. I joked about how Charlie would grow up different now that Grampa was older. I recall Gramma's yard being very bright. The colours were much more vibrant than in real life. Everything from the sky to Charlie to the green fake carpet around the pool.
I'm noticing I've started dreaming of Grampa more. Although we weren't too close, I find myself missing him. His voice, his presence, his jokes. So I find hiim in my dreams. Sometimes he's younger than he was. Sometimes he's not in a wheelchair. I like to dream about him. I think I dreamt of Jacqui last night.. but I cannot remember it. I wonder.. when I feel that way... if we visited eachother.. and I'm not supposed to remember.. Anywho
I'm contemplating recording my memories. Just in general. Some days, I just have floods of memories the whole days. Scents, tastes, people, voices, it all comes back to me. Things I thought I'd forgotten completely. It makes me want to record it, so that when I cannot remember, but I want to, I can just go back and read it over.. hrm. I may do it. I may not?
I am really enjoying my job here at Magellans. Not that I absolutely loove everyone that works here, but there hasn't been any drama so far *crosses fingers and toes*, and that is an important thing in zeh work environment. I'm excited that I actually like my boss, instead of loathe. She's silly and her accent makes me happy. I'm just hoping either Kevin or Nikki get hired here. Taking over another catalogue company! Woo HOO
I dreamt of a moose the other night. The whole dream was really odd... let's see what I can remember. I remember being informed that I was to watch this moose creature because for some reason he was quite helpless. He was the size of a puppy-dog (not very Moose-sized) and he was quite adorable. He walked upright like a human, but was timid and frightened easily (especially by dogs), so sometimes I would carry him. I felt slightly annoyed by the situation only because I had to keep a constant eye on this moose. I recall walking through somewhere that was slightly our mobile home park, and mostly some other place. Like France with different coloured LED lights everywhere. Somebody walks by with a few dogs and a large German Shephard who, of course, wants to eat my moose. So I scoop him up and comfort him. I feel like the moose had a voice, perhaps a telepathic one. Nothing TOO excited happened in my moose dream, although at the end I seem to have lost track of him. I was in a house and I was concerned that he got eaten, since the german shephard was around. I was looking all over for him when I looked under the bed and discovered that he'd turned into a very tiny puppy and was sleeping soundly with two other puppies. Also, before the whole moose thing happened, I was at Gramma's house. Her yard was only slightly different.. Gramma told me that Baby had died, and she seemed okay. I did not feel okay. She told me it happened in May, and I held Gramma and sobbed in her arms. We were holding eachother right where.. well there's the pool, and at the head of the pool there is fake green carpet and right beyond that are rocks.. we were right there in the center of the rocks where a bench used to be. She was fine but as I continued to sob in her arms, she started to sob as well. When we were finished, I looked around, to see a puppy-dog, who happen to look just like Charlie. I asked Gramma what that was about.. she explained to me that they got a new dog, and that well, he was like Charlie had come back. Like he had died, but he was here again in new form.. well pretty much same form. I looked over at the patio to see Grampa there. He looks lively and happy. He was slightly larger. Kind of like he was years and years ago, before he started losing any weight. He seemed very happy about his new Charlie. I joked about how Charlie would grow up different now that Grampa was older. I recall Gramma's yard being very bright. The colours were much more vibrant than in real life. Everything from the sky to Charlie to the green fake carpet around the pool.
I'm noticing I've started dreaming of Grampa more. Although we weren't too close, I find myself missing him. His voice, his presence, his jokes. So I find hiim in my dreams. Sometimes he's younger than he was. Sometimes he's not in a wheelchair. I like to dream about him. I think I dreamt of Jacqui last night.. but I cannot remember it. I wonder.. when I feel that way... if we visited eachother.. and I'm not supposed to remember.. Anywho
I'm contemplating recording my memories. Just in general. Some days, I just have floods of memories the whole days. Scents, tastes, people, voices, it all comes back to me. Things I thought I'd forgotten completely. It makes me want to record it, so that when I cannot remember, but I want to, I can just go back and read it over.. hrm. I may do it. I may not?