I'm Neither Here Nor There

Had a dream I was selling paint at home hardware; I was the new girl and everything was done on commission. The felt like a weird mix between "The Office" and Art class. I ended up having these amazing discussions with the costumers about the CBC, (The CBC was having a summer special on what to do incase of the apocalypse - needless to say zombies were at the top of the discussion) but I never got any sales because we talked so long that the costumers forgot what they needed. None of my co-workers complained though, they said that my talks distracted costumers enough that they could sneak products into their carts. The customers thought they had completed a long day of shopping and all my co-workers got their quotas filled.

This left me in a weird place because I enjoyed my work, but I needed to get payed so I could go back to school. Unfortunately, nobody wanted me to leave 'cause I was making everyone else's job easier.

Shortly after I realized that I was trapped in the never ending summer-job routine the zombie apocalypse broke out and I was in a hardware store. It was awesome.