So it's begun already to some of the members of team endless bummer (formerly team black socks). While deep in slumber at our home (motel) the thoughts of work began milling around in our subconscious.
However, not just a dream of the droll work day. It went a little like this:
It was the beginning of poster tour training, but instead of being sent to good ole East Strouds-bee, we were all shipped to an unspecified warehouse in rural Missouri. All the administration seemed to be absent, save for our only two bosses. Our bosses of course being Andy Warhol and Cindy. Andy was the eccentric, sprightly, young lad he was in his hey-day, and Cindy was Cindy. The dream did not really center around actual poster training. Instead it was a rigorous hustle led by Andy hurrying us all up and down a slide and set of stairs with duct taped cardboad doors at bottom and top of said slide. Never have I seen someone so excited about sliding. He was hoopin' and hollerin' the whole time. Think an anemic gay football coach leading his team through drills. During all the "training" larger than feasibly possible cargo airplanes were landing all around the warehouse to drop off the poster goods. I assume that the actual poster training was there but lost somewhere in the mad shuffle of sliding and aeronautics, because when I woke up I knew how to sell posters.
hope all you others wall the beyonders are doing well and keeping your jobs out of your dreams.
Cowgirl here from Devils on the Loose. I've been having poster tour dreams as well. My favorite also involved Cindy and poster tour training... except instead of her training us to sell posters, she was training us to haul coal around a tent that wouldn't stop leaking. We finally got our route (where we would presumably go to haul/sell more coal) and then called us to tell us it had been cancelled and we would get no per diems and have to pay for all our hotels on our long drive home.
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