I thought I'd perhaps evolved beyond stress dreams about waitressing, but I still ended up having them while I was at my cubicle job, and I discovered last night that I'm still highly capable...
As you can see here, they never really go away.
Every time I fitfully logged into unconsciousness last night, there I was: Staring down my section at a TGI O'Chilibees look-a-like, where three tables have been waiting for ten minutes to be greeted. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a high school boyfriend I haven't seen in ten years walking in with his parents (despite the fact that he lives in California now) and requesting my section. It then suddenly hits me that I took a table in another section hours ago and forgot all about them; they're probably starving and covered in cobwebs by now. No one has food, I just got sat again, people are glaring at me, and my high school boyfriend is so chatty I could punch him.
Instead of developing a hernia, I wake up, only to go through it again a few minutes later (after getting my cat to move, because she usually sleeps on my head). At one point, I even got up, walked around, had some Gatorade, looked at Reddit... and then I tried to sleep again. I tried to conjure up dreams about my adorable fiancé, puppies, clouds shaped like Mick Jagger, eggplant (why eggplant? Not sure, but it sounds like a very passive and peaceful object). But, no, I later woke up to the sound of a neighbor using a tablesaw after dreaming that I couldn't put any guest orders in because I hadn't been trained on how to use the computer system. Blimey.
Oh, and quick update: Like I suspected, we were overstaffed on Easter. I had three tables all night and was sent home after only a few hours. And I still made more money than I did for my double shift on Saturday. No wonder I have nightmares about it.