Here are two tales of some sort of neutral circumstance:
TALE NUMBER ONE:
I am still in the thick of my practicum at various hospitals around the city. Its hard to try and be friendly with new person after new person every day, but "Every day is a job interview" so y'all I am dope at small talk.
Just kidding, I'm a shy hallway girl.
But yesterday I was trying to get into the conversation in the break room. One of the respiratory therapists there started looking at his hands intently while arranging his fingers into something. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know what was up. THE BLOODS GANG SYMBOL WAS UP.
I said "ARE WE DOING BLOODS?"
Respiratory guy says "JUST WAIT FOR IT."
"I CAN DO BLOODS TOO."
"No, just wait."
And when he finally got himself sorted, he looked up proudly, and there I was already sporting my gang sign, staring him in the eyes.
He turned to the rest of the staff and said "I like this one."
EVERY DAY IS A JOB INTERVIEW, YOU SAY?
Tale two:
Speaking of being stressed out about working for free all the time...
I had a horrible dream I overslept 3 hours for my shift last night. Generally I wake up at 5:30 AM but in the dream I woke up at 8:30.
In my dream I wake up, look at the clock, and ask myself "Is this a dream, or real life?" and my dream subconscious says "Its real life!" and I spent the rest of my dream flipping shit over it.
When I actually awoke at 5:30 I felt entirely unrested.
What kind of scumbug subconscious does that? When I'm on top of things enough to ask myself IN MY DREAM "Is this a dream?"
And my subconscious is all "Naw dog."
And then my subconscious's subconscious is like "LOL."
