Order Up
I had a strange nostalgia dream last night. In the dream I was working at Friendly's again (for those who aren't aware, I worked at the Friendly's outside the Deptford Mall through high school and part of college). It was the usual dream scenario: the setting was a busy dinner rush and nothing was going right. I couldn't understand the checks as they were coming through the machine - they were all menu items I had never heard of before and no one was explaining what they were to me. No one I was working with was at all helpful, the servers kept demanding their food and the checks kept piling up. Meanwhile customers were waiting not-at-all patiently for their food. I suppose there is a lot of anxiety behind the nature of that dream. I woke up this morning feeling very discontent. Fighting off The Sick this week hasn't helped really.
Where are these people who have nice dreams? Like flying through the clouds. Or dwelling amongst friendly woodland creatures. Or bright brilliant visions of a bold future. Grand inspirational dreams of adventure. Nope, I get panicked food service industry dreams. The sad part is that when I worked at Friendly's I had a great deal of job satisfaction. I worked hard, I was good at what I did, what I did was really appreciated, my bills were low at the time so my paycheck went farther - in essence my life was easier back then. Sure, it was a big fish/little pond life. Sure, I went home smelling of food and grease every night. And I'm quite certain I am viewing the past with rose-tinted glasses. But I was satisfied that I did a good job and it was appreciated. I think I miss that these days. Winter is coming and I'm not feeling altogether hopeful.
So it was almost a year ago when I was hired full time at Atomica. I felt the anniversary needed to be observed.
Also, more insight into unemployment...
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/robert-reich/the-truth-about-jobs-that_b_307642.html
Going to try to get some work done today.