I'm in section one. The restaurant is empty. I get seated at 34 and 31. I have drinks coming out. I'm rolling silverware. I get a table at 32. They want drinks. They're waiting on a few more. I get another table. 34 wants to order, except they want these complicated salads made of spinach and they can customize their own olive oil and cheese options (I'm thinking, We have customizable oil-and-cheese-and-spinach salads now?). I have no paper on which to jot their order.
Table 32 looks impatient. I don't understand the computer system. 31 is pissed. I'm in the weeds. I have no help, no runners. Now a table being seated at 42. Now they want burgers I've never heard of. There's a six-top at the door. Now I'm really in trouble.
Now I'm awake. Now I'm remembering I haven't waited tables in two years. Now I'm thinking that I have to get up, it's time to go teach. Now I'm wondering how long I'll continue to have these dreams.
I've never dreamt about grading stacks of papers.
I never have dreams about teaching high school, but I still have horrific dreams about being in high school.
ReplyDeleteCase in point: Last night I dreamt that I was in Calculus, and I was getting a C in the class, and then I couldn't get on NHS. THE HORROR.