I am wondering if the dreams related here are the main dreams of the night or simply the most recent and most easily remembered dreams. If the latter, I feel self-conscious like I'm being a poseur.
Also I learned I wasn't getting cash up front and the fifteen dollars an hour bonus was not going to be added to my regular overtime. Fifteen dollars an hour was what I was getting for my volunteering. Fifteen dollars is substantially less than what I would've normally received for working overtime. Of course it was purely voluntary and once I learned what was going on, I withdrew from volunteering and will never volunteer again.
raddidge found some amusement in this but I don't know the nature of her amusement. So I present this to you, gentle reader, for your amusement and ridicule.
P.S. I guarantee that at least once this week there'll be an error brought to my attention with a dour and semi-concerned face. Had I refrained from unvolunteering, it would've been argued and put aside as being the customer's mistake.
Mark my words, gentle reader.
If this is not the case, I'll do something sufficiently nice which has yet to be determined since I'm already planning on taking raddidge to see Henry Potter and the Gobbet of Fire next Saturday.
I fed Spot, said hello to the buttery squirrels who have invaded the backyard and rode my bike. My destination, my bank where I have my car loan and my nest egg. Left the apartment at 1:16 p.m., unlocked and reassembled my bike and was underway a bit before 1:30 p.m.. Hoo boy that's one long ride. Google Maps says it's 2.7 miles but the route I took was more like three miles. I dropped the envelope into the night deposit box, even though it's daytime, rode a little bit further downtown then had a late lunch at the Front Range Barbeque where I flipped through the Independent and began the return trip around 2:49 p.m.. I did a short stop at Zeezo's to see if they had anything cool but nothing really caught my eye. The girl behind the counter was spooked by her co-worker who put a cap-snapper under a pricing gun. My bike was disassembled and locked up and my fat ass was parked in front of my laptop before 3:30. Sure, it wasn't constant riding but it was a pleasant excursion. I do dread the day that I attempt to ride my bike down Uintah, across 25 and towards King Soopers.
Whew.
Now I gotta take a shower, take out the garbage because raddidge is due to arrive by five.
First I was home with my parents and I had to go to work. My father said I could drive his car and I couldn't find it because there was construction going on outside. Back inside, I shouted at my dad about the whereabouts of his car. He lumbered downstairs while my mother started yammering in the background about how I'm not worth shit. "Stai zitto!" I shout at her which makes my father shake his head and my mother gets up and starts shouting even louder with murderous intent. We hustle out. "You know, if you just said shut up then she would've been fine. Why did you say that?" asked my father. I shrugged.
Finally in the car. Dad ended up parking it two blocks away out of eyesight even though every other car was parked on a side street in spitting distance of the house. One of the things I remembered I had to do before getting to work was taking a picture. There was a street called "maribou's mouth" which amused me and I wanted to take a picture to show maribou. Back in the car, I started driving through Millburn. Millburn Avenue was flooded and in the rear view mirror I saw a blue whale breaching behind me when I was around Oscar's Sandwich Shop and Cervo D'oro. Wow. The whale breached again and I parked at the post office. When the whale breached yet again he rose out of the water and flapped his fins. He soared high in the air but he couldn't clear the top of an apartment building and lost momentum sending him crashing back to the street.
The clock on the dashboard said that I was already fifteen minutes late. Fuck it, I'm not going to work. The Birds were living in a huge, fancy hotel. The corridors were wide as streets. On the Bird floor, the corridor was very long, curving slightly to the right before reaching the vanishing point. I knocked on their door and maribou answered the door. That's when I realized I didn't have the camera. So I ask after Jaybird. He storms out the door, knocking maribou aside and stomps to the elevator. "What the hell's your problem? We're not the ones who lost our jobs!" I shouted at him. Jaybird flew out of the elevator, grabbed me by the collar and pushed me against the wall.
"What the fuck is your problem? What's your fucking obsession with me? Leave me the fuck alone!" he frothed.
I knocked his hands off like I was wiping dandruff from my shoulder, "Listen, you two are the only friends I have out here and you've become good friends. Fuck you for treating you like friends."
Meh, I reckon everyone must've had a reason to be pissed off at me.
