Sunday, December 04, 2011
how to make a good sandwich
i had a dream last night that i got call from the deli used to work at. they left me a message saying they had no one else to open the deli that morning at 4 a.m., and they really needed me to work. i knew i didn't work there anymore, but i went in anyway because i knew there wasn't anyone else to take that shift. i got there early (honestly, going to work at 4 at the morning sounds lame, but is quite nice. it's quiet, you have your list of things you need to do, you get into a certain rhythm and before you know it, the sun is up and it's time for you to go home.), and started work. slowly, the other deli workers came trickling in as their shifts started, and they were all surprised to see me. "oh! you're the manager that never works here!" they kept saying. i told them they never saw me because i didn't actually work there anymore, and when they asked why i was there, i explained that there was really just no one else. then we started getting customers, and i was amazed at how i knew what ingredients went on which sandwich, and how easy it was for me to put them together. then, because this was a dream, i forgot to price the sandwiches and all the cashiers got mad at me. i left work early, because i had to go to my other job, and woke up feeling weird. proud that i still know how to make a kick-ass sandwich, chumpy because they got me to go into work, at a job i didn't even have anymore. then i woke up all the way, and reminded myself it was a dream.