i’m “let go” from my job, aka fired. i’m devastated, and after pleading with my boss, he says, “no, please leave.” it’s really scary because i often wonder if “cutting it” with my new gig, and in the dream, i’m not. following the firing and devastation, i’m out late at night with some people, and i am teaching them how to vigorously shake parking meters to get the quarters. i fill my pockets with so many quarters! it’s crazy.
inspiration: i have been working crazy hours and although not SUPER stressed out about work, it has definitely been the “it” thing in my life since the team transition.
so i visited huy at this nice restaurant that just happened to be — drivable? i was just talking to him, and i saw the driver, and for a sec, he looked kinda cute. i walked away and came back and huy was like, “that’s funny, we talked about you after you left.” i said, “what about?” and he said the guy thought i was hitting on him and that he’s engaged. i was thinking, who cares — not like i liked the guy. so huy and i hang out and he’s cooking or something and he drops the bread on the floor on accident. huy also tells me he makes $1k a night and i’m like, “wow, on top of your normal job?!” and then that driver guy walks by and he says hi to me and i realize: a) he’s ugly and b) he’s hella short. i was like, “damn huy, he’s hella short and he also told me he was a little kid (16!).” then huy and i drive home. the end.