I had a dream.

I had a dream last night.


I was working in the mall. In the salon. As the receptionist, but also as this older lady's assistant, every time she'd come in to get her hair done. It was almost like I was her babysitter, too. She'd sit for hours, after her hair was finished, and I had to run her errands and take care of her, and the desk at the same time. Maybe that was counted as two separate jobs.

And I was working in another store in the mall, too, --a video store. I needed to work as much as possible (much like I do now), and I'd run back and forth between them.


This particular day, I was in the salon, my lady came in. She sat down in the back, ready to have her hair done. I remember running out to do a few things in the mall for her, and Carrie was doing her hair. She trusted Carrie with herself, so it was all good that I was MIA to do her errands for a little while.

I came back, got the desk straightened back out, went back to check on her, and she was saying something as the phone began to ring. I asked her to hold that thought, and I jet to answer the telephone. It was the video store, pleading for me to come back to help real quick. They were swamped, I took it. I ran back to my lady, asked her if she needed anything, told her I'd be in the video store for a minute to help (she put on a look of disgust), and then she said she felt kind of hungry, so grab her a burger. She didn't give me any money to get her a hamburger, :( (..Which meant, of course, that I'd be having to buy her damn fucking hamburger.) The more she talked about the hamburger, the more hungry she talked herself into being. I could tell that on the spot. I jet off to the video store.

I walked in, and started bagging everyone's rented DVDs, and sent them out the door as quickly as possible. It was a long line. Multiple long lines. Ha. Awesome.

By the time I got out of there, and had the lines majorly cut down, I ran into the mall again, and it was probably 5 'til closing! I was thinking "oh, shit!" because of the close-down stuff I'd still have to get done in the salon. Then I thought about the hamburger I was supposed to get my lady. They weren't making any more food. I begged them to make a hamburger, they could tell I really needed it, --probably because I would've cried if they hadn't. I got it and RAN to the salon, and walked calmly to my lady and asked her if she was still hungry (half-hoping Carrie'd had my back and grabbed her food for me, half-hoping she'd just be happy I had her stupid burger). She was pouting, and shittily say "No."

I sat her burger down, in front of her and walked to my desk. Carrie walked her to the waiting area, so she was staring at me while I closed. She wouldn't speak to me, just scowled the whole time. I went back to the station and brought the hamburger back to her, and tried to explain that I work three jobs, and all I can ever do is just try, and she just looked right through me, like I never spoke. I asked her if I could do anything else for her, and she ignored me still.


Her husband and daughter came in, to get her. They three started looking around, and then her husband plopped this HUGE suitcase on my counter, to show his wife how "awesome?" it was? He was trying to impress her, and she didn't really give a shit, but she interacted with him (probably just to show me that she was purposely just being an asshole to me, and only me). They looked at blowdryers right in front of my desk and I'd just shut the registers down.

Carrie started muttering to herself about how she was irritated that the lady had got her hair cut shorter than she should've. She'd've looked better with a little bit longer hair. I took it all in really fast, and just exploded, as result. My lady wanted to pay for a blowdryer.

I told her I was sorry, that I'd just shut down the registers (which, led her to think I was even more of a fuck-up), and then I got real shitty with Carrie (taking up for my lady), saying how she is more than capable of making her own damn decisions, and if she wants her hair short, cut it short. Don't argue or try to tell her how wrong she is. She's the client, first of all, and she's rich, secondly, and she's an adult. Whatever she says goes. PERIOD. So stop acting like a five year old, and get over yourself. Carrie looked up from filing her nails, and just stared at me, shocked.

I asked my lady and her family if I could show them to another register out in the store, and they said no, and put the dryer down. And ignored the fact that I just took up for the lady to Carrie. (Had talked to each other about the dryer and registers and suitcase, all through my huge explosion, and hadn't stopped to notice or care.)

So whatever. FML.
I can't do it all. I can't work three jobs and take care of everyone's "feelings" at the same time.
So sue me.

Fuck it.