The State of My Mind

[wayfaringwordhack]

 I had a waitressing nightmare last night.

I haven't waited tables in...oh, almost 10 years. But I still have nightmares of too many tables to wait, not getting the drinks soon enough, forgetting to turn in orders, customers pissed at me.

These dreams are a sure sign I'm stressed and feeling that things are out of my control.  I'm just hoping that now that the majority of the comparison shopping for the trip is over, I can relax.

I haven't even been able to write this weekend.

I killed off a character, and the writing that was going suddenly became a lot harder. I don't think it was sadness at seeing the character go so much as having too much on my plate to deal with.

At least I hope. I'm going to see if I can get some words now...

Comments

[bkdunn.livejournal.com]

LOL -- I still get those once in a while, too. Usually, I've been assigned a section that's, like, on the other side of a mountain range from the kitchen. It never works out...

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

Yes! yes! yes!

I've had sections a mile away before but never on the other side of the mountain. You're stress must be worse than mine. :P

[rabiagale.livejournal.com]

I never knew you waitressed. *files that random bit of miqa trivia for future reference*

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

Hehe. You can also add, if you haven't already, that I worked on an assembly line in a frozen food factory making onion rings. Boy, was that not fun.

[rabiagale.livejournal.com]

And did that experience lead to a deep and abiding hatred for onion rings?

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

I actually thought it would, but the disgust kind of faded after a while, not long after the stench of grease left my hair and clothes. However, if memory serves, I think I've only eaten onion rings once since then, and I'm not the one who prepared or ordered them.