I had a nightmare last night. My wife and I were working in a big glass and steel corporate building. My wife wore a lab coat and was locked alone in a room without food or water for her entire shift. That's actually not too far off from her old job. She used to work as a medical lab technician and worked a lot of night shifts, alone. It was a small rural hospital and on busy nights she didn't have time to eat or drink.
In this nightmare I was working in a big open basement. There were people at their desks. The weird thing was that the whole room was flooded with about 8 inches of water. Everyone was ignoring the fact that their feet were wet and the office flooded. I cleared the drain to let the water out. For that I got a reprimand, as it wasn't my job to clear drains.
I got my wife and we escaped the corporate parking lot by driving a cobbled together car through a hole in the fence. Security couldn't catch us.
That's my nightmare, working in a office for a corporation. It's my waking nightmare too. I'd really rather work on a garbage truck. It's a better job that shows positive results at the end of the day.
I had the good fortune to have made my living as a firefighter. What's not to like? Drive fast, make noise, break windows, and protect lives and property. Friends of mine work in EMS. They ain't normal either. They'd rather scrap brains off their boots at the end of the day than sit in a cubicle.
I just found out that my old martial arts instructor will be teaching again. Years ago he closed his old dojo during a local economic downturn. Sensi went back to school and got a degree. Then he cut his hair put on a shirt and tie and went to work for the local school system. I don't think he was very happy there. There was some hint he was contemplating a change. Once again his hair grew long enough to tie in a ponytail. He even grew a short beard. Can't wait to start martial arts classes again. Should be fun.
The High School guidance consulars never told any of us about the cool jobs. Once I met a guy who's job was to dress up like Captain Morgan and promote Captain Morgan Rum. He was surrounded by a the Morganettes, a bunch of sexily dressed pirate ladies. When looking for future careers, why didn't I know this was even a thing?
What's the difference between a rat in a maze and a man in a cubicle? The rat has some hope of finding a way out.
Dreams can be strange, but many are surprisingly accurate in a parallel universe sort of way. Your ending is spot on!ReplyDelete
Indeed they can be accurate in a weird way.Delete
30 more days for this year for me....ReplyDelete
Good for you! Good luck with your escape.Delete
Just another reason I'm glad that I'm retired!ReplyDelete
Wonderful, isn't it? People who complain about being retired lack imagination.Delete
you are not a rat in a mazeReplyDelete
so savor your freedom dearly
I do savor it. It is so so sweet.Delete
I wish I had followed my heart when I was young and hired on as a deck hand on a sport fishing boat. Those captains make pretty good money, and so do the mates if they fish the tournament circuit. Oh well, I'm enjoying my mobile "cubicle" : ) I control the temperature, when it is break/lunch time, and the view can be pretty spectacular...ReplyDelete
You seem a lot happier now, as a knight of the open road.Delete
Our freedom was fought for, so take hold of it with gusto!! and have fun.ReplyDelete
That's the attitude Dizzy! Just go for it.Delete
I've tried to be "civilized" because of my son, He's 12 now,but we're not happy. The older he gets,the more like me he becomes.We're looking forward to some great adventures starting this summer.ReplyDelete
That's a great age to take a boy on adventures. My dad and I did a lot of white water canoeing back when I was 12, plus hunting and fishing. Good times.Delete
Damn, Where can I get that rum job? I know that I got a bunch of the captain in me... I been self medicating a stubborn cold.ReplyDelete
The best jobs I've had were square foot or cubic yard type jobs. forget hours worked, The paying work is by how much you get done daily. When I work, I get paid daily, at the close of business. Any problems with the pay and the individual gets a blue shampoo. That's a swirly in a porta-san folks. When I ran my own company, new guys only got hourly wages for 6 weeks, after that they were piece workers or looking for a new job. My men got wages plus bonus's, I bought breakfast and lunch and I had a van pool to get them their and back. 5 day work week, quit by four every day. Them were the gravy days. I miss them. There ain't no companies left around here like that.
Nope, those companies are long gone. The captain is still promoting rum, so it's not all bad.Delete
Six Bears, Nightshift here. I went to high school with John Wheeler up at the top. Ran into him On James Dakins Blog also...ReplyDelete
Dreams are a funny thing, My wife is having dreams of her and my daughter living without me so it seems I am at a cross roads.
I am trying to plan a life without them vut life may change her mind if the world collapses. S has HTF in my world.
I share this story because we never know what will hit us. Things are changing quickly. Take care.
SHTF is always personal. Doesn't matter what's happened to rest of the world, when it hit you, you've got to deal with it.Delete
Good luck and keep your spirits up.
Went back into the corporate cubicle after being a field guy for the past five years, hopefully won't be here much longer.ReplyDelete