Thursday, August 21, 2003
Had a great if very brief trip to Tomball on Monday. First on my agenda was an optometrist appointment, which ended with the news that my vision is about the same and I am a good candidate for corrective surgery in the future. Yay. Then I got to spend a few hours eating and catching up with Jen, which was the highlight of my day. We had Italian food (!!!) and exchanged summer pictures and stories. After that I crashed at home, had venison for dinner, and came back to Austin Tuesday morning.
I dreamed some weird things last night, which is odd. Usually, I don't remember my dreams at all, and when I do remember them they are always disgustingly literal, about events that could possibly happen in real life. Last night I recalled parts of three different ones. By far the strangest was the first dream, in which I met Dave Gahan by chance somewhere in South Austin. I seemed to be the only person to recognize him, and we sat in a coffee shop and talked for a long while -- my dream-self was evidently completely nonchalant about the fact that she was having coffee with the lead singer of Depeche Mode, although when he mentioned that he'd quit the band, my dream-self was suitably disturbed. Dream-Gahan quit so he could pursue a teaching career, and for some reason was teaching the Creative Poetry Writing class at UT, which I had managed to get into through add/drop sessions. Then I thought, "But his lyrics are not even that good, why and HOW is he teaching poetry writing?" However, this questioning of professorial qualifications was quelled by my dream-self's belated decent into fangirliness. Then some other stuff happened that I don't remember... and somehow the end result is that Depeche Mode got back together to produce a new album, and my new creative writing professor turned out to be... Alec. Yes, weird, I know.
The other dreams were much less entertaining and more realistic. I dreamt I had my hair cut and it was an AWFUL style, and I woke up grabbing my hair to make sure it was still all there. After that I had some bizarre dream about a Starbucks customer sideswiping my car and running me off the road... I don't think I've made anyone that bad of a drink before. ;)
Speaking of Starbucks, I have received some rather disturbing news tonight. My usual shift supervisor, Jon, no longer works on Saturday and Sunday nights, which means that I work with either Celeste, DiDi, or Dan on those evenings. This is not a bad thing. BUT, I have been made aware that there will be a shift supervisor rotation on Sunday nights, between DiDi, Celeste...
...and my manager.
I like my manager, don't get me wrong... but in the year I have been working at Starbucks, I have never, ever seen her work a closing shift. Not once. This means bad things for me, because I will invariably be stuck working with her on her first Sunday rotation, and it'll take forever for us to get out of there since she hasn't closed in who knows how long. Sigh. I am dreading that inevitable Sunday. I hope it is delayed as much as possible.
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