Rick's BBQ

Does it count as a nightmare if you dream that you're working all night?

It wasn't even my job I was working. It was a whacked-out version of the job I had at the hospital before I went to the clinic. And all of the paperwork flow-sheets had changed, which didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. Most of the coworkers I had worked with in the hospital were gone, but some of them remained, including some people from my past who aren't even nurses (but played one in my dream). It was special. And I worked all night long...

The alarm buzzed. I then woke up to realize I had to get up to go to work. I should petition to at least get time and a half for seven extra hours of overtime.

I'm pretty sure that the reason I dreamed about bad work experiences is because The Hater and I revamped my resume last night. I'm considering throwing my hat in the ring for a new job opening up at work. My resume is hot; we'll see how it weighs against umpteen-zillion years of experience. I'll follow-up later if I get the position.

For now I'll continue getting ready for my real day job.

Tonight for supper: Our Thanksgiving pre-game show... Ricks BBQ from LBG brought by The Dorks this past weekend. They're the kind of pulled pork sandwiches they serve in Heaven. And in honor of the Vol, I'll wash it down with a cold Sun Drop.