Pissy at each other for got knows what, circling around each other in the ocean.
I’m scared shitless, because I’m in the middle of it.
[And anyone who knows me, knows I am terrified of oceans, let alone EPIC SHARK BATTLES.
EPIC SHARK BATTLE.]
It was a dream. Disappoint. It was so cool. SO VIVID.
Apparently I woke up, looked at my phone, and realized I had a BITCHIN’ app up, and that was influencing the whole shark thing I was dreaming about.
I opened it on accident in my sleep, by rolling over my phone, or something.
Get up, go to work. This part is kind of fuzzy.
Chick-fil-a was in some sort of amphitheatre.
It was basically the Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre in VA Beach, combined with Jefferson Patterson park, and the Chick-Fil-A we have now.
Having a HUGE celebration.
For some reason, we were dispensing the milkshake mix out of the lemonade machine, but someone didn’t clean it out right and it was all pulpy. =[ [extra gross]
No idea what we were keeping the lemonade in? [fuck it. lemonade is gross]
The drinks and headset area were off by themselves, sort of, and headset was in a little cove.
There was the corner we have now, right, but it was bigger, and it had a wall going through the middle, that stopped partway through so you could walk around it, which created the headset cove, and drinks were along that random middle wall.
Eventually I was told by [Co-worker] who was on headset, to go see if there were cups in the mens room, which apparently had storage, because there were somehow none up front. [sanitation?]
The mens room was in the far building of the amphitheatre.
As I’m waiting for all the men to clear out of the bathroom, I run into my dad, and some of his work friends, among other people.
A bunch of dudes asked me to get them ice cream but I was annoyed because A) It was in a different building,
and B) They had to pay for it. Fuck that noise. I told them I’d get it for them. Never did. HAH.
There was a lounge IN THE BATHROOM.
The storage there had EVERYTHING. Including fruit, which [Owner] and [Team leader] made me get, too. We carried the fruit in the ice buckets.
Forgot the cups. [oops]
I had a strawberry in my hands that I was going to wash and eat.
For some reason in the mens bathroom there was also a cash register???
[team leader] told me I should try Jack Daniels on my strawberry. Wtf.
Then she bought some for me? O_o Right in front of [owner]THEN I had to bring the fruit out to the field part of chick-fil-a, up a freaking hill, way off in nowhere.
I get there, and [Co-worker] joked that I lived there, since I was there all the time.
No idea what happened to fruit and cups at that point, and I guess I was no longer needed on drinks, because I never went back.
At some point, I was running around with balloons around my wrist, because we were celebrating with balloons???
Take one, it’s really windy and I keep almost losing it. Q.Q
I’m walking down a sidewalk that looks A LOT like the road down to [town] Wharf, Just kinda chillin’ with my balloon. [fuck working]
See my mom and step dad walking around?
THEN I go to the actual restaurant part of chick-fil-a, and it looked like a New Years celebration, perhaps, but it was day time.
The whole place looked like a poorly lit bar.
The walls were a dark orangey color, the ceilings were really high, but yet the walls were kind of close together.
There wasn’t much room, surprisingly.
And there was a bar???
I want to sit down and relax, but Morgan Freeman comes up to me and asks me if I can fix his milkshake, because he wanted a cookies and cream only 3/4 of the way full, no whipped cream, but he got a regular cnc shake. MORGAN FREEMAN.
Then he goes back and sits down next to Brad Pitt.
Then I finally got to sit down, and Jared Leto came over and started hitting on me.
Apparently nothing happened between us, because [friend] and I decided to go home. [I’m modest, even in my dreams]
Wtf was she doing there?
We drive into our neighborhood, which is apparently having some sort of bonfire, but behind us a firetruck is coming in.
Something on the side of the road is randomly on fire, and in trying to drive by it, part of my car is set on fire,but we put it out with my windshield wipers, which I apparently also had on the back windshield. [I don’t. Also, safety.]
We get to her house, which for some reason, is waaaaaay back in the neighborhood, and you had to pass some big body of water to get there.
Looked like [local dock with a lighthouse]…
Shits on fire everywhere, but we ignored it? Idk.
I get out and check out my car, since it was on fire, and say something along the lines of “I’m really glad i have back windshield wipers.”
Park. Have to walk up her 1/2 mile long driveway.
[Other manager] is there???
She lives in a HUGE apartment building.
It’s on fire. We ignore that too. [Yep.]
Someone calls me on my cell, I’m guessing, asking where I am. No idea who was phone.
I have to explain to them where Larissa’s apartment building is, because apparently it’s a chain of apartments located all over the county. [Like having more than one McDonalds around.]
Then my phone rang irl, and I woke up.