2 posts tagged “nightmare”

I dropped by the bakery again last evening and spent a few more moments with the boss again.  She was just taking three of the most beautiful apple pies out of the oven, I’ve never seen such a beautiful pie!  She wanted to know what hubby dear thought, and when I said he feels very positive about it – she seemed to breathe a huge sigh of relief.  I had an hourly figure in mind and asked her if that would work for her.  The answer was an immediate YES!  And she also seemed relieved that I hadn’t asked for more on that front.  So then it was just a question of when, and she just said that the Lord knew what she needed and He would provide.  Um, yeah!  That’s nice to hear – she’s seeing me as God’s provision.  That’s funny, that’s how I see her!

And so all that was left was to talk to the Pizza Bosses and give notice for the end of this week.  Two weeks notice would have put me in the middle of the move and moving a lot of heavy boxes just isn’t something I can do anyway.  So I called Boss Lady last night, and they were fine with that.  I didn’t get an ounce of grief from them at all.  TYL!  I tried to reach my favorite co-worker who happens to be on vacation this week, and haven’t been successful with that yet, but I know she knows because I talked to her boyfriend last evening.  So I’ll miss her a lot, I hope I don’t lose her as a friend, I really enjoy her!

Ok, taking a minute to let my head stop spinning!  I just had a whim, followed it, got a job offer, gave notice and accepted the offer all in one day!  Um, yeah!  For real!  I don’t want to wake up from this dream.

Speaking of dreams, I had another pizza nightmare last night.  I was in the back room of a huge restaurant, the whole room got seated while I was out and I came back in to find ten tables waiting for service.  So I decided I was going to start at one side and go around and take everyone’s order, but when these people started to order, it was like they were speaking another language.  I left to quickly see what was on the bar but there were a bunch of girls on roller skates in the hallway so I couldn’t get through, and when I finally found a bar, it was a salad bar.  I woke up.  Where were the servers?  Where was the drink station?  Where was the kitchen?  Oy!  I’m so glad my pizza days are almost over!  I’m tired of the waitress anxiety dreams.  I do hope they end after the job ends!

So I’m headed for the Pizza place this morning to work and tell my co-workers and favorite customers where they can find me next week.  Hubby dear found my cake portfolio in the storage unit last night, so I will drop that by the cake place this morning on the way to work.  I hope they like what they see.  I have more photographs somewhere but I have to find them, if I can.  Like finding a needle in a haystack. 

I’m shaking my head, who know change would come this quickly?!  I’m hopeful that this is a good change for my New Year!  Thanks all you foxy voxers for being out there!

Wow! 

And Ginger!  Girl – when the time comes you’re getting the best wedding cake ever!!!!  We can even match the cake to the color of your hair!  Or a zillion Ginger Snaps with decorations on them...  LOL!  J

Ok, so it was a rough night.  I went to bed because I was falling asleep watching whatever it was on TV, so I pried myself up off the sofa, but the dogs to bed and crawled in bed myself.

I dreamt that I was in my childhood home and there was a spot of fire in the counter in the kitchen.  So I took a cup of water from the sink faucet and poured it on the fire.  The small spot doubled in size in reaction to the water and the fire blazed a little like some kind of hot chemical blaze – not like wood fire flame but more of a blue flame.  I did it again only the water was only coming out of the faucet in a trickle… I dumped it on there and the fire spread again.  I looked around for the baking soda, trying to remain calm.  There was the spot in the cabinet where I keep the baking soda – empty.  I grumbled that my husband moved it.  I grabbed my cell phone and dialed 911, only it didn’t work so I had to dial it again.  The fire was spreading.  Fast.  On the phone it looked like I had dialed “911A911.”  I explained the situation to the voice on the other end of the phone, and he said he was going to put me on hold for a minute – a full 60 seconds.  The fire had spread to the wall, it had either gone out or was consuming the wall from the inside out – I couldn’t tell which.  I told him that my kitchen was on fire and spreading rapidly and he’s going to put me on hold?  The response was laughter.  Yeah, laughter.  Lazy, leisurely laughter.  And the laughter sounded like the voice of a man who was cruel to me years ago.  I had to hang up and try again to reach 911!  And I woke up.  

I woke up, wrote the dream in the notebook I keep beside my bed, tried to shake it off and went back to sleep.

I woke up this morning with back pain like crazy and tried to soak it out in the tub and stretch it out.  It feels better now that I’ve been up and moving around. 

What’s that about?!