Dream a little dream...
...or a large and really weird one and tell it to your friends.
Ok, so yesterday in reality, was HELL. It was my 1st full nite of "real" card activation overtime and our establishment f'd up once again. Instead of the calls being simple 1-2-3 steps, all callers had problems BECAUSE the system generated new check cards for NOT only the matching card they have with their current bank (just with our # and not their current banks) but for EVERY ACCOUNT they EVER had with their original bank! Now, I've never been a customer service rep, so I don't know the system at all (aside from the "5-easy steps!" they trained us on to activate cards) and when the 2nd frustrated caller stated I was "incompetent" and hoped our whole establishment wasn't like this, I knew I was in for a long night. I left there 4 hours later, frustrated to tears and nauseous till morning. Which led me to a restless night of sleep and this odd, ODD dream.....
I dreamt I was sitting activating cards and things were going along smoothly. I was between calls when I heard a familiar voice over my "pod" wall. I look over, and JIMMY is sitting next to me, taking calls! He's just tooling along helping the customer and I look around to see if anyone else notices JIMMY FALLON is sitting here answering calls, or am I dreaming!?!? Obviously no one does, or cares. So I try to play it cool, act like he's not anyone famous, just a Temp sitting next to me. When he finished his call, I began some small talk with him and theres a bit of commotion now starting to stir a few pods down. Then, this one girl at work I know--kinda loud, obnoxious and skanky--bounds up to him, sits on his lap yelling "Jimmy!" and then starts suckin face with him! I get this defensive, green-monster feeling in my gut thinking, "sure, Im sitting here not making a fuss, keeping his presence on the downlow and treating him like a human, and this bimbo just bounds up and starts sucking face with him..and he's reciprocating!"
I turn back to my desk and theres an interoffice envelope on my desk, so I open it up and inside it are all these pics, contracts, receipts, etc for a gig Jimmy's doing (or did) at a local college. I felt like I was invading his privacy, so I closed it all back up and stuck it under my desk. {now this gets fuzzy} Somehow, the contents of that envelope get passed around the dept, everyones talking and jabbering. I never looked deep enough to see what it all was. He gets up, grabs it out of the persons hands to see what all the hubabub is about. He scans, gets all pissed, says something about "if this gets out to the media, Im done!" throws down the envelope and bounds out the office yelling a few choice words at "his people" who are suddenly all around trying to keep him calm. Everyone goes back to work, and I feel bad, so I go and pick up all the items that were strewn about --save for the packet of pics that fell behind a cabinet that I couldn't reach {seemed like I tried for hours too} and follow after him.
I get outside the office and suddenly Im like in this fancy hotel suite {maybe I became one of his "people" now?} and he's walking around barking orders like a diva "where's the Evian and Powerbars!..why aren't there burgandy sheets on my bed! yadda..yadda" and he slams out. I follow him to a large auditorium where ---get this, a bunch of Boy Scouts {WTF?} are sitting watching the movie Stand By Me. He sits in the last row next to some rather pretty brunette, puts his arm around here and stares blankly at the screen. Somewhere in the chaos of his fit and me following him, I give the envelope of items to one of his "people", tell them about the missing pics and that they MUST get them, and the envelope to Michael Calabrese...{whothefrick?}..asap!
I sit down next to Jimmy and the girl. He looks over at me, smiles and I start apologizing for the "scene back at work" and compliment him on hosting Letterman and how talented I think he is, and the brunette kinda clears her throat like "ahem..hello..remember me?" He turns to her and goes, "oh yeah..this is my girlfriend Brooks" {I SWEAR thats the name he gave!} My face falls (and I think of all the distraught hearts there'll be at JFMB when I tell them), but I congenially return her limp handshake, while avoiding her "evil eye" and shut up for the rest of the movie. The lights come up and "Brooks" is sound asleep on his shoulder, so I just whisper "it was a pleasure meeting you" and begin to excuse myself. He goes "same here", extends his hand and slips a piece of paper in my hand. I leave the auditorium, with paper grasped tightly and go to the ladies room to see what it is.
Man...our jimmy seems like quite the playah here, eh???
The note simply says - "meet me. hotel pool. 1 hour"
((more dream fuzziness)) Next thing I know, Im watching Jimmy in a hottub, with Danielle (SNLFallonFreak) from JFMB! But, she's older--I hope--and he suddenly looks like Rob Lowe!! Suddenly, she disappears under the water to do uhm, god knows what, and I leave for the ladies changing room, disgusted. While in there, Danielle comes in so I hide and I hear her tell some girl she's with "I can't believe I've only known him a week and Im already pregnant".
I rush out of the lockeroom, hurt or disgusted Im not sure which and bump into some guy who looks like a mix between Nick Nolte and Jeff Richards. It must be "Michael Calabrese" cuz he's like, "Oh my god, Jennifer! I've been looking all over for you. I got the envelope and pictures back--thank you SO MUCH! You may have saved Jimmy's career. I'd like to reward you. How about 3 tickets to SNL next season" {why 3?? I dunno, it's a dream!} "I'll even throw in round trip airfare and hotel for 2..just name the date".
The hottub scene, diva fit, and movie forgotten, all I can think is--I've GOT to talk to Nay to see when she's available to go with me! And Scoob can meet us! (aha! the reason for 3...sorry kel and amy!)
>>>ANNNNNNND SCENE<<<
Who wants to play dream decipherer and tell me WTF was this all about!??!?!?!?!!? Messed freakin UP, EH!?!?!? hehehe
Whew, Im tired now. G'nite!
Ok, so yesterday in reality, was HELL. It was my 1st full nite of "real" card activation overtime and our establishment f'd up once again. Instead of the calls being simple 1-2-3 steps, all callers had problems BECAUSE the system generated new check cards for NOT only the matching card they have with their current bank (just with our # and not their current banks) but for EVERY ACCOUNT they EVER had with their original bank! Now, I've never been a customer service rep, so I don't know the system at all (aside from the "5-easy steps!" they trained us on to activate cards) and when the 2nd frustrated caller stated I was "incompetent" and hoped our whole establishment wasn't like this, I knew I was in for a long night. I left there 4 hours later, frustrated to tears and nauseous till morning. Which led me to a restless night of sleep and this odd, ODD dream.....
I dreamt I was sitting activating cards and things were going along smoothly. I was between calls when I heard a familiar voice over my "pod" wall. I look over, and JIMMY is sitting next to me, taking calls! He's just tooling along helping the customer and I look around to see if anyone else notices JIMMY FALLON is sitting here answering calls, or am I dreaming!?!? Obviously no one does, or cares. So I try to play it cool, act like he's not anyone famous, just a Temp sitting next to me. When he finished his call, I began some small talk with him and theres a bit of commotion now starting to stir a few pods down. Then, this one girl at work I know--kinda loud, obnoxious and skanky--bounds up to him, sits on his lap yelling "Jimmy!" and then starts suckin face with him! I get this defensive, green-monster feeling in my gut thinking, "sure, Im sitting here not making a fuss, keeping his presence on the downlow and treating him like a human, and this bimbo just bounds up and starts sucking face with him..and he's reciprocating!"
I turn back to my desk and theres an interoffice envelope on my desk, so I open it up and inside it are all these pics, contracts, receipts, etc for a gig Jimmy's doing (or did) at a local college. I felt like I was invading his privacy, so I closed it all back up and stuck it under my desk. {now this gets fuzzy} Somehow, the contents of that envelope get passed around the dept, everyones talking and jabbering. I never looked deep enough to see what it all was. He gets up, grabs it out of the persons hands to see what all the hubabub is about. He scans, gets all pissed, says something about "if this gets out to the media, Im done!" throws down the envelope and bounds out the office yelling a few choice words at "his people" who are suddenly all around trying to keep him calm. Everyone goes back to work, and I feel bad, so I go and pick up all the items that were strewn about --save for the packet of pics that fell behind a cabinet that I couldn't reach {seemed like I tried for hours too} and follow after him.
I get outside the office and suddenly Im like in this fancy hotel suite {maybe I became one of his "people" now?} and he's walking around barking orders like a diva "where's the Evian and Powerbars!..why aren't there burgandy sheets on my bed! yadda..yadda" and he slams out. I follow him to a large auditorium where ---get this, a bunch of Boy Scouts {WTF?} are sitting watching the movie Stand By Me. He sits in the last row next to some rather pretty brunette, puts his arm around here and stares blankly at the screen. Somewhere in the chaos of his fit and me following him, I give the envelope of items to one of his "people", tell them about the missing pics and that they MUST get them, and the envelope to Michael Calabrese...{whothefrick?}..asap!
I sit down next to Jimmy and the girl. He looks over at me, smiles and I start apologizing for the "scene back at work" and compliment him on hosting Letterman and how talented I think he is, and the brunette kinda clears her throat like "ahem..hello..remember me?" He turns to her and goes, "oh yeah..this is my girlfriend Brooks" {I SWEAR thats the name he gave!} My face falls (and I think of all the distraught hearts there'll be at JFMB when I tell them), but I congenially return her limp handshake, while avoiding her "evil eye" and shut up for the rest of the movie. The lights come up and "Brooks" is sound asleep on his shoulder, so I just whisper "it was a pleasure meeting you" and begin to excuse myself. He goes "same here", extends his hand and slips a piece of paper in my hand. I leave the auditorium, with paper grasped tightly and go to the ladies room to see what it is.
Man...our jimmy seems like quite the playah here, eh???
The note simply says - "meet me. hotel pool. 1 hour"
((more dream fuzziness)) Next thing I know, Im watching Jimmy in a hottub, with Danielle (SNLFallonFreak) from JFMB! But, she's older--I hope--and he suddenly looks like Rob Lowe!! Suddenly, she disappears under the water to do uhm, god knows what, and I leave for the ladies changing room, disgusted. While in there, Danielle comes in so I hide and I hear her tell some girl she's with "I can't believe I've only known him a week and Im already pregnant".
I rush out of the lockeroom, hurt or disgusted Im not sure which and bump into some guy who looks like a mix between Nick Nolte and Jeff Richards. It must be "Michael Calabrese" cuz he's like, "Oh my god, Jennifer! I've been looking all over for you. I got the envelope and pictures back--thank you SO MUCH! You may have saved Jimmy's career. I'd like to reward you. How about 3 tickets to SNL next season" {why 3?? I dunno, it's a dream!} "I'll even throw in round trip airfare and hotel for 2..just name the date".
The hottub scene, diva fit, and movie forgotten, all I can think is--I've GOT to talk to Nay to see when she's available to go with me! And Scoob can meet us! (aha! the reason for 3...sorry kel and amy!)
>>>ANNNNNNND SCENE<<<
Who wants to play dream decipherer and tell me WTF was this all about!??!?!?!?!!? Messed freakin UP, EH!?!?!? hehehe
Whew, Im tired now. G'nite!