That Dream Again

I have a recurring dream that just shouts how insecure and helpless I feel at times.  Well, in the dream, anyways.  It is not always the same.  Sometimes it occurs in high school (yeh, I remember back that far), but most of the time it is at my first real job, 'the restaurant'.  [spooky, loud voice]  This time it was a little different.  Well, the setting was different, but really the same old thing.  I came to the restaurant to help out.  It was a mess.  I started washing silverware cuz there is never any clean silverware in this nasty restaurant.  I was told I had a table sat, and we weren't even open yet!  I stuffed silverware in my pockets, got some glasses of water and headed out.  Wow!  Filling up fast.  Where is everybody?  They're all mine????  Ok, coffee for everybody until I can sort this out.  Not!  No coffee.  I search for things, I take orders for food that I have no idea what it is, and on it goes.  I rush around like an idiot and am soooooo glad to wake up.  Whew.

In the past I would have said, well, same old dream.  But now it seems to match what is actually going on in my life.  I usually try to leave work at work, but now it is in my dreams.  I already know we are working short today, Monday, of all days.  The worst day of the week.  The ban on time off is lifted as of today, and one nurse is gone for a week.  And he has an orientee than nobody wants.  Another was injured and can't work.  I don't know where the rest are, but there are only 9 of 13 of us today.  Scarey.  All the patients that got sick over the weekend will find their way to clinic today.  Monday is the day we are missing orders, getting lots of addons for transfusions or IV fluids, and doing admissions.  And, that's on top of our regularly scheduled treatments.  I will have my roller skates on and ready to fly!