The roof! The roof! My leg is on fire!

I would like to give it up for doctor's and nurses that work 12 hour shifts regularly. Not only is their jobs physically draining but they are also mentally stressful, and these men and women deserve the paycheck they work for! I say this because I recently picked up a Saturday night shift. Making my hours 10:30- 10:30. I can not compare waitressing to doctoring and make a solid case, at least not now without thinking in through. But anyways.... on Saturday I had the weirdest dream....

I was exhausted, but like any one else before I went to bed I had to check facebook// go online. I successfully had five minute conversations with Kaitlin and Patryck before I fell asleep mid sentence. More like, passed out. The problem was my lap top (which has a history of overheating) was on my legs. So about an hour later I start dreaming I'm on fire and that my leg has been burnt so bad. I jump up realize it's my laptop and immediately try to pull my pants off, in my fog I was convinced that my leg was still burnt to a crisp.

But after working 12 hours my feet were not moving nearly as fast as my mind wanted them to and my flailing caused me to fall all over the place. I gave up (apparently) and went back to bed. Waking up Sunday morning with my pants on and my lap top on the far corner of my bed under pillows. I guess I successfully put out the fire.

I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!

As if I didn't have enough jobs, I thought last night that maybe I should look for another. Because last night, I had the weirdest dream.

I was hanging out with my friend Kaitlin, who works at McNulty's Ice Cream Parlor when she desperately pitched me to work with her. She tried really hard to sell me, "you get to eat ice cream, and we could work together!" I wanted to be nice (of course) and was really almost considering it when she told me it was only $5 an hour. I tried explaining that I would prefer at least $8 but even that was a pay cut. She begged me and said she just really needed help for that day. So sure enough, I suit up in my Tommy's Place uniform (because I remember thinking to myself in my dream, "it looks similar enough!") and started serving ice cream. With no training I don't think I was that bad. Hahah...

Day and night I dream of ice cream. It is never too early or too late for an ice cream cone! This may be half my waistline's problem. But live on! Have a good day everyone!

Holy Twister

It seems like tornadoes have been popping up a lot in NY... at least in this New Yorkers mind. I was supposed to be baby sitting for the first time for my cousin. Though her house was unfamiliar and empty. Before she left we checked the weather and saw that Suffolk had tornado warnings. We stepped outside and the sky was full of all sorts of funnel clouds. There was one actual tornado that was just huge. We ran all around trying to find the safest spot to hide, but for having no experience in tornado safety we ran around for what was supposed to be hours. By that time we realized the tornado was not moving. The biggest sigh of relief came over us and we both woke up.