Dreaminess
I've been having dreams about money and being overcharged, or being screwed, or others using monetary means to attempt controlling my behaviour or actions. I'd say its directly related to not having a job, and being diligent about saving my money whenever I can.
This morning part I:
Michelle and I were part of some sort of tour group with a plush bus and whatnot. There were people I knew from Adobe, and some from my trading group there, and we stopped at a restaurant on our way out of town for some lunch. The restaurant was roughly Lyons or Denny's class, but the prices were not on the menu. After everyone ate, the bill came for our table of 4, and it added up to $358 plus tip. For lunch. I was just about to rip the management a new one for serving crap food in a mediocre restaurant and charging Top of the Mark prices...or more...when the alarm clock when off. The bill would have taken up 2 to 3 days of food budget for the trip. I was also livid with the idiot who took us there, as the tour didn't warrant such an expendature. Clearly this dream was a warning to be careful with my money and how I get into transactions, and a warning that things are rarely as they seem. Semi-recent experiences with my longest lasting friend tie into the things aren't as they seem part. I'd rather not talk about that right now.
This morning Part II:
Setup: Tomorrow through Thursday, I have professional career counselling scheduled, paid for by Adobe at the tune of $1500ish. It includes 2 days of workshops for personal skills/talents evaluation, resume building for todays job market, and interview tactics for todays job market. The third day is all about finding leads for jobs. They have some kind of proprietary job listings database or some such....and I'll have access to it for 3 years I think. Now there's a kink in the plan. I have a day of work available Wednesday, where I'll make 200 bucks under the table for one day of work. I'm not allowed to talk further about it.
Dream: Instead of rescheduling the entire thing like I'm going to do today, I found myself at the first day evaluation, and they took me to a very nice office that was converted from the maintenance closet. It was still called the Maintenance Closet. It was very nice with hardwood everywhere like a smoking den, exotic looking plants, ivy etc. all around. The desk was made of black walnut wood. There were many tiny cups of varying sizes all around the table ranging from a few drops to about an ounce each, plus 3 6 ounce tea cups. None of them had handles. All of the staff that was working with me were ladies in thier late 40's to mid 50's, all pretty, all in biker/swimmer shape, all with shortish curly hair in varying colors of brown and gold. As one of the ladies was filling all the cups with tea (about 50 total) she got confused and started to use my teapot, which is being used as a handbag IRL and in the dream. I tried to warn her not to use it and she didn't get it and started to pour. Nothing came out despite how heavy the teapot was. I explained that it was my handbad and showed her the contents. She was embarrassed. About then it occurred to me that I was in the middle of an evaluation of me, and it might be wise to pay attention to how many and what size cups there were, as well as othere items arranged on the table. Cup placement seemed kind of random, but contrived. I noticed a window to the outside, where lushness grew all around. Behind me, the room had grown since my arrival, and there was a fold up table where 6 people sat counting money. The extension was made of cement block. When I turned back to the desk, all was hardwood and plants again. At this time I asked to reschedule the Wednesday portion of the process since I had work that day. 3 of the ladies immediately responded by asking if it would replace the $538 of service I would be receiving. I said no, but that in my current situation of unemployment, it was important for me to earn all I can. They said I needed to choose between them. I argued that the service was paid for and I expected them to fulfill thier end of the deal or perhaps I would just leave and instruct Adobe to not pay them. One of the ladies opened her hand slightly to reveal a wad of fat cash, and smiled smugly. My brow furrowed and I asked her how she felt about possibly losing future business from Adobe when I told them about my experience and how they paid a lot for nothing. They agreed to reschedule. I remembered again how I was in the middle of a personality and skills test. I woke up. Seems like another lesson about being careful, and about spending money, and getting the most out of what is spent. Also, a lesson about standing up for myself and not allowing others to walk on me.
This morning part I:
Michelle and I were part of some sort of tour group with a plush bus and whatnot. There were people I knew from Adobe, and some from my trading group there, and we stopped at a restaurant on our way out of town for some lunch. The restaurant was roughly Lyons or Denny's class, but the prices were not on the menu. After everyone ate, the bill came for our table of 4, and it added up to $358 plus tip. For lunch. I was just about to rip the management a new one for serving crap food in a mediocre restaurant and charging Top of the Mark prices...or more...when the alarm clock when off. The bill would have taken up 2 to 3 days of food budget for the trip. I was also livid with the idiot who took us there, as the tour didn't warrant such an expendature. Clearly this dream was a warning to be careful with my money and how I get into transactions, and a warning that things are rarely as they seem. Semi-recent experiences with my longest lasting friend tie into the things aren't as they seem part. I'd rather not talk about that right now.
This morning Part II:
Setup: Tomorrow through Thursday, I have professional career counselling scheduled, paid for by Adobe at the tune of $1500ish. It includes 2 days of workshops for personal skills/talents evaluation, resume building for todays job market, and interview tactics for todays job market. The third day is all about finding leads for jobs. They have some kind of proprietary job listings database or some such....and I'll have access to it for 3 years I think. Now there's a kink in the plan. I have a day of work available Wednesday, where I'll make 200 bucks under the table for one day of work. I'm not allowed to talk further about it.
Dream: Instead of rescheduling the entire thing like I'm going to do today, I found myself at the first day evaluation, and they took me to a very nice office that was converted from the maintenance closet. It was still called the Maintenance Closet. It was very nice with hardwood everywhere like a smoking den, exotic looking plants, ivy etc. all around. The desk was made of black walnut wood. There were many tiny cups of varying sizes all around the table ranging from a few drops to about an ounce each, plus 3 6 ounce tea cups. None of them had handles. All of the staff that was working with me were ladies in thier late 40's to mid 50's, all pretty, all in biker/swimmer shape, all with shortish curly hair in varying colors of brown and gold. As one of the ladies was filling all the cups with tea (about 50 total) she got confused and started to use my teapot, which is being used as a handbag IRL and in the dream. I tried to warn her not to use it and she didn't get it and started to pour. Nothing came out despite how heavy the teapot was. I explained that it was my handbad and showed her the contents. She was embarrassed. About then it occurred to me that I was in the middle of an evaluation of me, and it might be wise to pay attention to how many and what size cups there were, as well as othere items arranged on the table. Cup placement seemed kind of random, but contrived. I noticed a window to the outside, where lushness grew all around. Behind me, the room had grown since my arrival, and there was a fold up table where 6 people sat counting money. The extension was made of cement block. When I turned back to the desk, all was hardwood and plants again. At this time I asked to reschedule the Wednesday portion of the process since I had work that day. 3 of the ladies immediately responded by asking if it would replace the $538 of service I would be receiving. I said no, but that in my current situation of unemployment, it was important for me to earn all I can. They said I needed to choose between them. I argued that the service was paid for and I expected them to fulfill thier end of the deal or perhaps I would just leave and instruct Adobe to not pay them. One of the ladies opened her hand slightly to reveal a wad of fat cash, and smiled smugly. My brow furrowed and I asked her how she felt about possibly losing future business from Adobe when I told them about my experience and how they paid a lot for nothing. They agreed to reschedule. I remembered again how I was in the middle of a personality and skills test. I woke up. Seems like another lesson about being careful, and about spending money, and getting the most out of what is spent. Also, a lesson about standing up for myself and not allowing others to walk on me.