Work Nightmares?

almost every server I know (including myself) has had work nightmares like that. they are worst for me on the weekend when I work pretty much from sun up to sun rise. I leave work Saturday night, get home around midnight after working around 10 years straight, toss and tumble in bed with a serving nightmare (OH MY GOD I HAVE TO MAKE 100 SALADS, I HAVE NO GOD DAMN IDEA WHAT DRESSING THEY WANT) and then wake up and have to be back at work in an hour. it really is miserable.

I've had non-server nightmares, too - usually of the type DV mentioned upthread where I suddenly realize I haven't been to work for a week and had a big project due type stuff. Once I had a dream that I was doing data entry and no matter how much I typed, nothing actually appeared on the screen.

Last night I dreamed that I'd been hired to feed a cat and I fed it once and then forgot about it for days. When I finally went back there were dozens of cats, all starving. One room of the house had kitty litter right on the floor, banked against one wall, like a beach.

Argh.

also, to balance out the waitmares, I think all of us also experience the occasional sex dream about our coworkers. those are always much rarer, at least with me.

over here they are such ridiculous fucking nightmares. huge Christian families roll into the restaurant and absolutely terrorize the servers, all with the expectation that you will receive 15% if you're lucky. somehow it also fits into their worldview that their children are never as important as they are, so you have to suffer being friendly to these people who force their children to eat their little leftovers, despite their whining. every Sunday.

Sundays at my restaurant are kind of odd--people come in from the suburbs to see shows (we're in the theatre district) and it's not cute. Lots of flavored iced tea and fried scrimps.

What is weird to me is that I don't really remember work nightmares being a regular part of my life when I did other things. My only other recurring bad dream is about school and finding that I'm 31 realizing that I have forgotten to graduate from high school. Move along, no super-obvious symbolism to see here.

Perhaps this is a good sign that the tyranny of teaching nightmares is near its end.

I wish those people so much ill.

Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Nice to know I'm not the only one.

the rest of the dream was one of those running-hard-but-moving-in-slow-mo races for the cure that is the prize.

I have a recurring dream in which I'm at point A (school, office, home) en route to point B (home, business trip, vacation) , and then something happens to sidetrack me for the rest of the dream so that I never make it to my destination.

- riding the El. Actually, most of the time it's the subway. Usually the dream involves riding on parts that I didn't know existed or riding the train to another place and time, such as late 1800's East Coast USA.

- driving a car backwards at full speed, following traffic, encoutering no difficulties doing so.

She will often follow chintzy diners outside with their dollar tip and say HERE, YOU FORGOT YOUR CHANGE. If they are shocked by this enough to freeze'n'gawp she will then explain that she is actually taxed based on a certain percentage of her station takings and that the service payment she has recieved will not even pay the tax on that. And then she tells them to go eat at McDonalds if they can't tip properly. Also if she got a Jesus Loves You she'd tell them He would tip at least 20 per cent an d frown on dishonestly cheap people as unChristian if that were the case.

Her bosses totally approve of this, BTW. They say they should sell tickets on the rare occasions she needs to vent.

The one with the deer on it? Jagermeister. bleh.

i was actually kind of upset at my restaurant a few months ago. a server who had worked for my restaurant for about 3 years got overly upset when a table stiffed him on a bill well over a hundred dollars. he followed them into the parking lot and asked, "you do realize there was no gratuity in there, right? you didn't tip me at all?" the guy walked back in, spoke to a manager, and the server was fired.

Also what kind of psychos order for themselves and let their kids starve and watch on while they nosh up? Alert social services.

as for psychos who don't feed their kid - i have at least one of these tables every single sunday.

I am a god.

By the way, I'm a she. But I like being mistaken for a he on the internet.

Who loves you all equally, irregardless of gender.

He was a great waiter, but the reality is that most management wants the sales and they are making far less than their waitstaff, so they don't put up with much bitching.

This is one for the COINCIDENCE, OR DO I HAVE A SPECIAL POWER thread.

by the way, my favorite waitmare ever, courtesy of a friend who quit serving after he decided he couldn't take the stress: he worked in a restaurant in venice and was, of course, hopelessly weeded. this restaurant had a river than ran down the middle. so there he was, horribly weeded, desperately paddling himself across this river in a canoe with one hand, holding up a tray of food with the other.