I woke up in a cold sweat. My dream of around 4 hours due to work-related reasons was...not nice.
For obvious reasons.
I dreamt I was in a mall, working as a shop supervisor--the problem being that while it had a nice computer out front...turned away from the door (although somehow with the single-person-staff of the tiny-room, the desk was in the middle, with all the kitschy and tacky items surrounding the side, and to the left of the desk until the wall). The left wall was cement-like, bordering another store, while the rest were glass walls, as my shop was surrounded by other shops, all topped by a conventional ceiling with LED lamps. Hence why I had the idea of it being a mall.
...A mall devoid of people. So I then assumed it was night, because there was a nearby computer shop with only a handful of folks there with their headphones on, and strangely with parts of the hallway lacking lighting--usually those in front of closed stores.
So cue me somehow relaxing on the computer and being extremely aware of the things nearby. I had the 'memory' of being a 12 hour shift, from midnight to noon. :V So that also had me reasoning it out because I had classes from 11am to 3pm or 1pm to 3pm and considering my work schedule was every other day, it somehow made sense. In that time, I found myself playing a bit of Warhammer 40k themed games from a USB I put into the computer.
What also made sense was me examining my surroundings. The items 'for sale' had no evident price tag, nor were they arranged in those neat shelves that stores usually use, but piled up either in boxes or arrayed on makeshift shelves (like those made of plastic, for clothes), with their price being written on scotch tape by pentel pen/permanent marker. ((Culture tip: Usually we use the brand name as if it is the name of the item in the Philippines, in humor, and in seriousness
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Then after having my mom as a customer (she didn't buy anything, but checked up on me and appraised several items), I encounter a looter armed with a knife strolling in casually then picking up stuff, mutter all of 'I need this, this is nice." while stuffing teddy bears into their coat (as they had a wool sweater and jeans...for some reason?), before running out of the shop and when I chased them, attacked me with a green-handled knife as they entered another shop and quickly glanced around. Cue dream-powers of being able to fight (and actually backflip! ...Even if that's not that useful), and me being totally ok. ...Not that there was anyone around anyway. :I
Cue a few more hours when I return to the shop, and then being assaulted by a tall, muscle-bound guy. If I'd draw a comparison, it's like those big, rawr-y folks
from a game I played on the GBA (but actually more like real experiences with physically intimidation o_O). In which the same result occurred--being totally ok, and disabling the other person in an aikido-like form. Along with feeling short, because they were 6 feet+ and all.
That said, a few hours or what felt like hours, my boss (who seemed like a respectable guy, although middle-aged and a strong bodybuild-mix of fat and muscle) came in and looked around. Nothing bad, nothing wrong. Everything was back in its former places--the teddy bears were lopsided and leaning against each other, and any evidence of me probably playing any Warhammer 40k game on the computer while waiting is gone. I stood to the corner (because it was a small shop) in anticipation because somehow I got the feeling that it was my first time on the job, and then I thought of where was my training, and then I thought 'am I being paid to look over this place?! Where's the cashier?'
Then my boss began shaking his head, getting a bucket out of nowhere along with a cloth, and then wiping the glass windows because
they were misty and that meant it was dirty (y'know, like as if it had that transparent oil, but no dirt marks whatsoever).
And then I felt deeply shamed as he was very, very disappointed, muttering references to me in his displeasure, like "that's a lot..." or just "girl...", that had the tone of disappointment. Mostly non-verbal though, and I couldn't do anything about it other than stand there and feel ashamed, watching him do the work, because there was only one bucket and such!
So I woke up all in a cold sweat because I have failed my assumed task of duty.
And I still feel bothered about that. More about the last part actually.
Because I failed to clean the windows even if they were fully see through.
I am ashamed.
Edit: Still feeling it. The shame, not the first part.