Frustrating!

Cirque du soleil was putting on a show in our theatre and they needed overhire labor. There was some sort of odd audition process that pretty much everyone I know was attending. It seemed odd that so many non-theatre people were trying to get this temporary job. The person that was leading this audition/interview process was giving some shitty speech about how excellent it is to work for cirque, how you have to give 110%, how not many of us would make it to the next round, etc when she flipped a switch by leaning against the wall. It turned on a blacklight, revealing all the highlighter coloring we'd been doing at a party the night before on each other's arms and faces. At first she was shocked that we'd partied the night before, then she couldn't stop laughing and told anyone that wasn't in our group that they could just leave.

The next part of it all involved a long distance run with interviews along the way, to see if you could stay focused on your task at hand (running) while being bothered/distracted. My longtime friend Heather was set to interview me and so we ended up just running together, and catching up. She told me I was going to get the job as a permanent thing, she'd seen their notes from the first round. For some reason, this did not excite me. I didn't want to have to stay in Austin forever, or travel with Cirque. I just wanted to get home, and no matter how fast or how long I ran, I couldn't get out of the city.

Overnight coffee date

Sarah, Mel and I were going for coffee at a new place that opened up just the week before. We were standing in the parking lot and Mel decided she wanted to go home, but her car was broken (or she got a ride from sarah, or something...). So she took mine...literally, stole my car. So I asked Sarah if she'd give me a ride home after coffee and she obviously said that would be fine. We went into the little shop: it looked like it had been open for years. None of the radical cleanliness or organization that comes with new store openings. We had a minor confrontation with an angry woman that worked there. She was a mother, working two jobs, going to school... and did we not have any respect for that kind of work? We do. We just didn't start the conversation, she did; and if she was really that angry all the time, she probably shouldn't be in customer service. At any rate, she finally went on break and the owner of the little cafe  came out and took our orders. Sarah got her coffee immediately. Three other people got theirs before I decided to stop sitting by the counter waiting. Sarah and I went to one of the booths on the side of the place and watched television. We woke up and it was morning. I walked up to the counter to talk to the owner. He saw me and started apologizing profusely; he had forgotten to make my coffee. He made it extremely quickly (it involved chocolate ice cream, chai and espresso: probably pretty yummy) and gave it to me for free. We left extremely confused at how we had fallen asleep for the entire night in there. Heather was waiting in the parking lot with my car; she had gotten it back from Mel and made some "improvements" (including drinks cooler, new stereo with subs and new pink seat covers).

I was inspecting my car for damage from the theft when I woke up.

Kind of dull dream compared to the others I've been having recently.

Something about something or other.

My dreams last night were a movie montage of randomness. So, here's a quick grocery list of the things I remember, followed by the last thing I dreamed, I think.

-blue grid of electricity
-the world having a parallel world, with everyone in a world on a team
-something about capture the flag, but with real weapons
-coworker Devo getting a camera to make movies
-driving on the wrong side of a highway in Louisiana


To top off last night's random theme, the end of my dream involved getting to a party that my friend Talley was hosting, in Louisiana, I think. I missed the party by several hours and everyone but my friend Heather was asleep already. She was, as par, cleaning up the mess of cups and whatnot which also involved going around and collecting bras and t-shirts so everyone could have clean clothes in the morning. I helped her do laundry, got back in my car and started the drive back to Houston (on the correct side of the road, thankfully). During the drive there was a map of the United States sort of superimposed on everything and like in a television show or a movie; I could see where I was along my drive on the map while I was driving.

The  End. Not very exciting, I guess, but for some reason I still felt the urge to share today.