Assistant management, no matter who you are, no matter where you work, if you have to open a place at 5am (be there at 4), even if it IS once a week, should be paid more than $6.70 an hour. I am so taken for granted. Slings and arrows, etc.
I wish someone could say something to convince me that i don't need money.
I played in the sprinkler today, and Jonny made grilly stuff for lunch.
I'm so sleepy.
I had a weird dream last night. My next door neighbor couldn't live in her house anymore so she went to live with her fellow-mega-christian friends. When i went there with a bunch of people to go christmas carolling, her friends confided in me that Barb was really a wizard, and they couldn't possibly let her live. So, somehow i figured that in order to save her life, Jonny and i had to go find some ginger, somewhere, anywhere. So, i broke into some houses to find ginger, but then Jonny reminded me of the not-so-likelyhood of anyone just having ginger root in their kitchen. So, i had to go to the store, but i didn't have a car. So we stole a car, and on the way to the store we got sidetracked by some civic center place having an event where you could come in and write on the walls. So we stopped there and wrote on the walls for a while and when we came out to the parking lot, the cops had found the car, so we booked. We eventually got to the store (i'm assuming we found ginger, but i don't remember it, just that we'd accomplished something), stole another car and headed back. Then people started chasing us, shooting guns and whatnot. I got shot in the head by some redneck with an uzi doing some sort of tomahawk chop spray. I remember the exact spot on my head too, it's creepy. I didn't die though, in fact, we lost them and stopped at the civic center AGAIN to write on more walls. While we were there i remember telling Jonny "you know, the LAST time we were here with a stolen car, the cops showed up". Anyway, we doodled a bit until Jonny got pulled into some room to talk to a couple guys. I wasn't worried, but then i just followed him in there. He was in there because he was on probation and he wasn't allowed to hang out with me because i was once arrested for jaywalking. I was quite sure that i had not been arrested for anything ever in my life and started to cry, which kinda freaked these men out and convinced them to let us go. Once again, when we got out to the parking lot, the cops were swarming the car. But this time Jonny and i just stood there, looking at them, unsurprised, hands-in-pockets. The arresting officer came to stand right beside us, but made no move to detain us. His girlfriend came up behind him and began to lick the back of his neck.
The end.
Anyone translate dreams?
It was a very upsetting dream on so many levels.