It was Soccer Day on Long Island. There were parades and soccer balls everywhere. My man and I were hungry, but all eateries were closing early for the festivities. The only open place was the diner that I used to work in, so we went there.
I was trying to hide from the bosses, since I never actually quit, I just stopped showing up. It was working until one of the bus boys recognized me, then he made a big hullaballoo over my being there and suddenly the whole diner knew I stopped by to visit. I needed something from the kitchen and sent this old bus boy turned manager who I hated when I worked there...and I grabbed his ass as he walked away from the table.
So we paid the bill and were about to leave (outside soccer balls were flying around like someone let a batch of balloons go), when the owner's wife calls me over to her table. She's over there hanging out with some family and friends, a bunch of Greeks, and OF COURSE, Jimmy has to know some of them, so he's over there giving out kisses and talking to people, and the wife tells me that I have to clean off the table that I ate on.
My table turned into all the tables, and then they shut the lights off, since they were closing for Soccer Day, and I had to clear tables in the dark.
Comments (6)
Sounds like they got their revenge on you! But why did you grab the manager's ass? Perhaps because he used to be a busboy, you were unconsciously trying to put him down, making him feel like he has no authority(especially over you), despite his promotion.
Posted by Lily Briscoe | May 25, 2007 2:55 AM
Posted on May 25, 2007 02:55
I read this as real! I was owndering if it was dream at all, until I got to the ass-grab. Why Soccer Day? Do you play soccer? Does it have some particular meaning for you?
Posted by Scott Cheshire | May 25, 2007 8:07 AM
Posted on May 25, 2007 08:07
Haha, I agree w Scott. For a good while I was thinking "wow long island is cool!"
i should have known better..
Posted by annie hall | May 25, 2007 12:18 PM
Posted on May 25, 2007 12:18
I had a similar dream after I stopped showing up for work at Express. They had me working in the womens section and they run on a "who helped you?" basis at the register, where all of the girls were just punching in their own numbers, making me look bad, so I just left one day, longest lunch break of my life I tell ya.
Posted by Mind's Torque Wrench | May 25, 2007 12:41 PM
Posted on May 25, 2007 12:41
That's hilarious! Do you feel guilty about the way you quit or somethin'? You shouldn't. When a job sucks, best thing to do is to is to pack up and leave, n' give the manager a big "up yours" by not tellin' him! Next time you have this dreamn, don't clean the damn tables for them. Stiff 'em on the check!
Posted by Mr. Mxylplyx | May 25, 2007 11:28 PM
Posted on May 25, 2007 23:28
I love the way you wrote this-- you're so commited to the reality of the dream.
Would Freud say that you have a desire to purge your guilt for not quitting this place proper? Or would Adler (I'm sorry about the outside theorist-- I'm not even sure if I have the right name) say that you have a inferiority complex?
Posted by John A. Dreams | May 26, 2007 8:17 AM
Posted on May 26, 2007 08:17