Steel and Glass Lack

I  dreamed that I was interviewing for a gig in a desperately old factory/warehouse type building in South Boston. This was the Southie of the early/mid 1900s NOT the gleaming mecca of steel and glass and all things NEW and slick that exists now.

Nope, this was gritty and dirty with abysmal lighting. The joint was crammed with tall wardrobe racks, holding seriously elderly, tattered pants and shirts .

‘the fuck was this? WHY was I looking for a job here?

This was a version of the printing company I worked at for 20 odd (very odd) years. They’ve since gone outta biz but in my dreamscape, in order to survive, they’d diversified. They now had a division that repaired and sold very used duds. You know, a place along the lines of The Garment District but MUCH less clean, organized and fashionably hip.

I was, possibly, going to work in an office here but, doing WHAT? I’m terribly untalented with a needle and thread, I wasn’t keen on washing all these decidedly questionable schmattas and though accounting is a fine profession, I just can’t see me as being a good candidate for that.

This was all very confusing. I kept thinking, wondering and panicking…but, but, BUT, I’m a graphic designer. What design work do they need here? Would I even BE a designer? Also too, I work from home now and I really like that. This would be a nasty commute up 93N – why would I put myself through that? AND this’d be a full time job – a 9-5. With the commute I’d be putting in 10-12 hours a day! When would I paint or work out or even LIVE?

Eventually I found my way to my potential new boss’s office. Expecting a large room with big windows, lined with spider plants and ferns, I opened the door to find a space without so much as a skylight, no larger than a broom closet. Boss dude looked up at me from his paperwork covered cheap ass, press board and tin desk (which sat smack in the middle of this very tiny space. He wasn’t unfriendly but, all the same, there was a distinct air of officious, impatient crapitude.

 Why, OH WHY, was I in this place?

And then, thank the little baby Bast, I woke up. Scary weird dream. What's this mean?

On a MUCH lighter note – today Ten and I are heading into Cambridge to hit the Peabody and Natural History Museums at Harvard and then, possibly Amelia’s Trattoria down in my old Kendall Square neighborhood stomping ground.  OR better yet, the S&S in Inman Square!

Psyched!