"I stand for motherhood, America, and a hot lunch for orphans..."

Had the strangest dream last night: I dreamt that I was president of the United States. I was the most popular president ever, and Congress was considering a law to allow me to serve a third term. I was watching a documentary thing about my presidency so far, laying on the couch with my head in my wife's lap. Yes, wife. Early in my career I apparently got the gay civil union amendment passed. (And yes, while I didn't see her face, I know who the wife was, but it was even more surreal than the rest of the dream together.) According to the announcer-lady, I'd run on an independent platform, with the goal of uniting the country and cleaning the whole place up. I somehow managed to end the conflict in Iraq, renew our good name with the rest of the world, totally reworked the country's school system, helped subsidize research into hybrid cars, ending our dependence on foreign oil, and was in the process of peace talks in the Middle East and new environmental treaties in Geneva. And somehow I'd managed to connect with the whole country, radical liberals to ultra-conservatives. (And no, I don't remember how the dream said I did it.)

What the hell is my brain trying to tell me now?

In more useful news, I got myself bar certified last night, so I'm now officially a barista at the Big Damn Coffeeshop. There's actually a funny story to it: last night I closed, and one of my co-workers was despairing because she couldn't get anyone to cover a shift for her week after next; she needed a certified barista to cover it, and everyone was either out of town or already working. I offered to take it, if the shift manager would certify me, and so the co-worker and I turned puppy eyes on the shift. He certified me (while we were closing, so that was amusing), and there was much rejoicing.

Today, though, was not cool at all. Literally. The air conditioning is broken at work, so the place was sweltering. Because of this, but 7p the food in the pastry started to melt, so we closed it up and put everything away. We also ran out of whole milk at about 6p. My co-workers were also being utter pieces of work, and kept complaining about the heat, etc. and kept disappearing, leaving me to work register and bar. I wanted to hurt people, I really did. But I got to go home at 8p, and they're very possibly still there. Ha.

So much real content. Wow. To balance that, a meme!

( Writing Meme 1 )

"I stand for motherhood, America, and a hot lunch for orphans..."

Had the strangest dream last night: I dreamt that I was president of the United States. I was the most popular president ever, and Congress was considering a law to allow me to serve a third term. I was watching a documentary thing about my presidency so far, laying on the couch with my head in my wife's lap. Yes, wife. Early in my career I apparently got the gay civil union amendment passed. (And yes, while I didn't see her face, I know who the wife was, but it was even more surreal than the rest of the dream together.) According to the announcer-lady, I'd run on an independent platform, with the goal of uniting the country and cleaning the whole place up. I somehow managed to end the conflict in Iraq, renew our good name with the rest of the world, totally reworked the country's school system, helped subsidize research into hybrid cars, ending our dependence on foreign oil, and was in the process of peace talks in the Middle East and new environmental treaties in Geneva. And somehow I'd managed to connect with the whole country, radical liberals to ultra-conservatives. (And no, I don't remember how the dream said I did it.)

What the hell is my brain trying to tell me now?

In more useful news, I got myself bar certified last night, so I'm now officially a barista at the Big Damn Coffeeshop. There's actually a funny story to it: last night I closed, and one of my co-workers was despairing because she couldn't get anyone to cover a shift for her week after next; she needed a certified barista to cover it, and everyone was either out of town or already working. I offered to take it, if the shift manager would certify me, and so the co-worker and I turned puppy eyes on the shift. He certified me (while we were closing, so that was amusing), and there was much rejoicing.

Today, though, was not cool at all. Literally. The air conditioning is broken at work, so the place was sweltering. Because of this, but 7p the food in the pastry started to melt, so we closed it up and put everything away. We also ran out of whole milk at about 6p. My co-workers were also being utter pieces of work, and kept complaining about the heat, etc. and kept disappearing, leaving me to work register and bar. I wanted to hurt people, I really did. But I got to go home at 8p, and they're very possibly still there. Ha.

So much real content. Wow. To balance that, a meme!

( Writing Meme 1 )