Ever dream about your job? Rest assured, it's pretty common. When I waitressed a billion years ago, I had consistent nightmares of trying to serve everyone at the same time, usually moving in slow motion. The weirdest recurrence in each dream was my inability to remember a glass of milk. I'd get all the food served, proud of the fact I'd remembered everyone's order, only to be reminded by someone in the group, "Miss, I still need my glass of milk." Damn that glass of milk! Wonder what Freud would've thought. Any way, after working as a full-time real (7 comments)