Fast Food for the Deaf.....OR
The Thousand Times I Lived Before were Just Within My Dreams
I had the craziest dream. If this is automatically off-putting, me telling you about my dream....hang on.
This is worth it.
I dreamt I worked in a fast food joint. The brand is irrelevant...but it was burgers. Anyway, this was a place that only served the deaf. And after each order I had to wait for a translator to tell me what these deaf people were saying. Its seemed like it took forever, but due to the nature of the work I probably only served no more than four customers. It just seemed like forever. Nothing seemed wrong with this to me. There was another man working what seemed like waaayy in the back. I went off to make the last customer's sandwich.
Thats when it occurred to me:
"Wow. This entire kitchen is accessible."
To which my brain responded:
"You're working in this shitty fast food joint--and you're happy that the kitchen counters are lowered?!"
Thats when I woke up.
So I suppose my brain is trying to give me a message.
Time to stop being a loser. Its kinda like Dante is giving me a glimpse of something across the centuries...I'm only half joking.
I graduate in August, walk in May.
I'm doing something.
Huzzah
Also, I love yummy yummy tea.
Since I am not drinking as much coffee I am drinking tea, particularly in the evening. I am having a tea time essentially. I gotta say I like it alot...coffee tends to make me feel shitty these days. Tea is like tonic, though, it cleans out my system.
Its just nice.
Yeah for Lady Grey. She's my hero or something.
I had the craziest dream. If this is automatically off-putting, me telling you about my dream....hang on.
This is worth it.
I dreamt I worked in a fast food joint. The brand is irrelevant...but it was burgers. Anyway, this was a place that only served the deaf. And after each order I had to wait for a translator to tell me what these deaf people were saying. Its seemed like it took forever, but due to the nature of the work I probably only served no more than four customers. It just seemed like forever. Nothing seemed wrong with this to me. There was another man working what seemed like waaayy in the back. I went off to make the last customer's sandwich.
Thats when it occurred to me:
"Wow. This entire kitchen is accessible."
To which my brain responded:
"You're working in this shitty fast food joint--and you're happy that the kitchen counters are lowered?!"
Thats when I woke up.
So I suppose my brain is trying to give me a message.
Time to stop being a loser. Its kinda like Dante is giving me a glimpse of something across the centuries...I'm only half joking.
I graduate in August, walk in May.
I'm doing something.
Huzzah
Also, I love yummy yummy tea.
Since I am not drinking as much coffee I am drinking tea, particularly in the evening. I am having a tea time essentially. I gotta say I like it alot...coffee tends to make me feel shitty these days. Tea is like tonic, though, it cleans out my system.
Its just nice.
Yeah for Lady Grey. She's my hero or something.