dreamin like crazy

lately i have been having all sorts of weird and crazy dreams. the most recent being difficult to remember. i did wake up and wonder where i was and if my kids were alright. i was home of course and the kids were fine.

i was working at the hotel and there was a guest kitchen in the great room (this is just in my dream) a couple who had a baby with them were trying to make dinner for themselves. the husband came to the desk to complain about the stove burning the pancakes, and then he demanded i make some for him. i had a backup person at the desk and so i went to make the pancakes. the guy had the stove turned all the way up on high and then wondered why the flapjacks were turining out black! grrr.

i made several pancakes with this handy pancake dispenser that you put 2 TBS of pancake mix and 1/4 water then shake it. voila! insta mix. after making and cleaning up the pancake mess from the couple, it was time for me to leave as my shift was past over. the boss asked me to stay and get the guest kitchen cleaned up as he had just been told we were going to have an inspection that next day. i stayed and cleaned up spaghetti noodles and cheese, there was some sort of bow tie pasta dish too.  and the stove had all sorts of weird things cooked onto it.

all of a sudden, my mom was there helping me. we did tons and tons of dishes. the industrial size dishwasher and the home size one were both running. and we hand washed the rest. some of the pink and orange flower shaped plates broke in the sink, but what do you expect when buying "fine china" from the dollar store?

next came the guest laundry facilities, which looked like a full scale laundry mat. there were clothes all over and soap granules spread over everything.

we got most of that cleaned up and then a man tried to sneak in the back door with his dogs. (in real life, i work at a pet free facility) I confronted the man, and he said his are the allergy free kind of dog. I told him they were still sheading and many people are allergic to hair and not just to dog. i shoo-ed him out again and he went in a different door. then i started getting defensive and the man was yelling at me. i took his things out of his room and put them on the curb and charged his room an additional $250.

i walked around the hotel with my mom and got her into her can so she could go home. there was a pretty used clothing store across the parking lot and they had sequined prom dresses in the window. part of the parking lot was being re-paved. for some reason. i remember walking through gravel and the scrunchy sound it makes. the closest place mom could find to park was at the city park. we finally got to her car and walked her dog (she always travels with her dog) the stairs we had to go down to get to the car were rickity and i was scared mom might fall, so i held her arm and we both went down the hillside instead of using the steps.

by now i had worked over 24 hours straight at the hotel and i was trying to go home, but the inspector showed up and i had to stay and work the desk. i was checking in people and checking out people and trying to get laundry done all at the same time. when it finally came time for me to clock out some 32ish hours later, my hand had swolen too much for the time clock to work. i tried over and over again to sign out, but i couldn't. the boss told me to go home and he would write me out on paper the next day.

crazy, right? hopefully i sleep better tonight.