Last night I dreamed I was back at the restaurant.
There was a crisis before the dinner rush (isn’t there *ALWAYS*?) and I was there so I figured… hell. I know what to do. I got the dishwashers to focus on the stuff the chefs needed first (frying pans, carving knives), *THEN* dishes, *THEN* silverware. I got the prep chefs to focus on the pasta salad, the line chefs to focus on the meat, and the guys in the back to start on the finishing touches to the pastries.
Everything was all in its proper place and they unlocked the front doors.
I asked the boss “can I come back?” and he shook his head.
I woke up and had to pee.