Entries this day: Dream Work

Dream

7:05am CST Wednesday 15 January 2003

Reading some literature about how Amway has the finest, most effective sales and marketing plan in the US. How they've got distribution centers all over the place, in about 20 different states. How I can make a pile of money in commissions selling, for example, refrigerators to restaurants, like Jason's restaurant back when he had a restaurant.

Walking with my friend Tom from I-group, wearing slacks and button up shirt, I told him, "I've never tried to sell you on anything, and I'll never try to sell you on anything again, if you will just give an honest look at this program."

We walked to a parking lot near a tennis court, where Fred's car was waiting. Drove Fred's car, with the top up, with Tom and also Robin from my I-group.

We headed north on FM 249 toward my dad's house, but it was called 59 South. I felt confused a bit when this didn't seem to match up, so we walked a little ways while I made sure we were going the right way. We seemed to be, so we got back into the car, and put the top down, I tore out of the parking lot, engine all growling its low roar, zipping down the hill toward the bridge out of Harris County.

We were now going south on 249, and a bunch of kids were walking on the highway, all wearing bathing suits and alternately chasing, horesplaying, throwing towels, etc. One towel hit the ground and was left behind. Nice big tan fluffy towel, so I told them as we rolled by slowly so as to not squish any kids.

Tried to go back to sleep, but kept needing to write down the dream.

Work

12:13pm CST Wednesday 15 January 2003

Been at work 3 hours now; eating cold pizza for lunch. Oksana and Sergei are in the breakroom speaking in Russian, therefore I can't understand them.

For my three hours of fun I've been backpainting facades. Just a flat gray paint to cover the sometimes multi-colored wood or paint on the back.

I still remember how to say hello and thank you and goodbye in Russian. And "you are a beautiful Russian girl."

Ann is chillin' beside me with her huge "list of things I have to freak out about today!" She seems to be pretty helpful in the shop. I don't know if she acts as Johnny's brain to keep him from forgetting stuff or what.

1:30am CST Thursday 16 January 2003

Ug. Legs are so tired; they just hurt. Not from huge lifting, but just from standing and walking and working. Just got home from almost finishing an installation at some theater in Dallas. Ug.

Supposed to be back at work at 8am. Ug.

2:08am

Janette woke up when I came home; she chatted with me and heated up some of the alfredo spaghetti they had today. I wonder if they had alfredo because I said yesterday that I liked alfredo most of all. Probably so, knowing Janette and her awesomeness.

Today during work, I climbed up the ladder leading to the top of the stage area. emerged from the ladder on the first available level (above the stage) and walked along the catwalk, which wasn't really a very convenient catwalk. It appeared that the catwalk had existed when the ceiling of the auditorium was installed, but later big red iron support beams were installed over the ceiling, many of which severely obstruct the catwalk. Like right at waist level a bar going across the walkway. Not very convenient... but now that I think of it, a cat would be able to walk right under it without a problem. Hmmm.

I traversed the catwalk despite the obstacles, and found myself eventually on the roof of the building. Climbed a ladder outside to a taller roof of the building (the actual roof over the auditorium seatings), but didn't find a way to get onto the even taller roof over the stage itself.

Back into the catwalk area, I climbed further up the ladder and found the extensive pulley system for all the curtains on the stage. It was like they have a ton of pulleys in place just in case they need a curtain on every imaginable part of the stage.

I didn't want to climb down the ladder; I had been lucky enough to not be spotted going up the ladder (though Mongu knew I was going up; I pointed it out to him and he was all, "der you go shun," in his funny Mongu way) and I thought it would be cooler to find a different way down.

So, back over the obstacles to the door leading to the roof, but this time down the stairs at that point. Ended up in the main building, but couldn't find any unlocked entrance to the auditorium. I searched around quite diligently, down a couple flights of stairs, but ended up having to go outside and around to get back in.