i was running a register at the edge of a beautiful clearing deep in the woods. faetal's wedding was going on in the background, but i tried not to get distracted. four or five people came through my line in a row that i knew from lj land, and i was calling them by their names (though other than the last one, i can't remember who they were). the last person to come up was just_monicat, so i greeted her cheerily "hullo, monica!" she was returning nickel creek's new album because she didn't find it stimulating. so i began the transaction, but every time i tried to complete it, the computer would go bonkers and try to return something like 500 nickel creek cd's. i felt like she would think that i was a complete idiot, although i knew what i was doing and knew it wasn't my fault. so i apologized profusely, completely embarassed. she smiled and said that it was alright, she had some flowers to smell, anyway, and that she would try back in a few.
so i raced off to find a manager to help me. the phone was ringing constantly, and i wasn't able to answer it because i was obviously busy. finally, i got so angry that no one else was answering the phone that i shrieked "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!? AM I THE ONLY FREAKING PERSON THAT KNOWS HOW TO ANSWER A FREAKING PHONE AROUND HERE?!?!" the entire cast of M.A.S.H. looked up at me from their card game and alan alda said something snarky. i said that we desperately need someone to take care of it, as my register is no where near a phone. thankfully, Lieutenant Worf stepped forward wearing a chef's hat and a dress to sullenly take up the task.
woke up with one of those AWFUL cricks in the neck that i get occasionally, though this time it's on the right side. ended up barely being able to crawl out of bed, i was in so much pain, so i called in sick (though i so hate doing so when i just sleep wrong, but egads, i can't lift anything up or lean forward at ALL, how am i going to run a bleeping register?!? sat and caught up on Lost episodes (OMG!!!) and a coupla sg-1 eps before going to take a nap.
i was in a shopping center, doing whatever, when "Discipline" (a song we did in my band in phoenix) came on the musak. suddenly, i jumped into a race car and sped down the highway around obstacles. it was exhiliratiing and terrifying at the same time, as i was convinced i would lose control at any time. but there was a quiet part of me that stayed calm and calculating as i veered around corners and other cars on the freeway that were crashing all around me. i eventually missed a turn, but cheerily stopped to talk to someone about their jump roping daughter. i was angry at myself for missing the turn, they had painted the route in dark blue paint on black concrete, so i knew it would be hard to see anyway.
i woke up feeling more confident in the life choices that i'm making nowadays. working two jobs and desperately wanting to go back to school is terrifying, but something i feel i need to do. driving in a dream, BEING the one driving, means being in control of your driving force in life. i felt that it had told me that i will be able to handle things to come a lot better than i give myself credit for.
now i'm sitting here with The Meaning of Life playing in the background. haven't had internet access all day for some reason.
went to the art museum for their grand opening of their new wing last night, and had great fun. i felt cultured when i left ;) i was inwardly squeeing like a school girl when i got to see TWO GIANT GENUINE monets IN REAL LIFE. ha ha. fantastic. going helped to inwardly motivate me to try my hand at painting.. anything. hell, if they can slap grey paint on four GIANT squares and put a plus sign on it and call it art, i'm sure i can do .. something. we were a bit rushed to get through it, as dummy me took too long of a nap and we left later than planned. i/we still have tons of tickets good until the end of next week, so if anyone local would like to go, i would love to go again....