I worked at Disneyland in the early 90s, and the experience inspired a recurring dream...
I show up for work (after 14 years gone), and rather than being stopped by security or supervision or the fact that everything looks different, I proceed as normal to the Costume Department to pick up my uniform. Nightmare ensues.And by nightmare, I mean a slow descent into sheer madness as I get closer and closer to the point where I have to remember the combination to my locker.
In last night's version, I got my orange and yellow shirt from costuming, but someone stole my street clothes, including my black shoes. I met the laundry staff while trying to recover them. Giving up on that, I set off to find my locker, which was deep in a vine-covered and long-unused building. I think I was even able, by sleight of hand, to open my locker (a triumph!) but I still had no black shoes and so couldn't go to work (a nightmare!).
Yes, it's about being unprepared for work, but in a completely unrelated context from what I do now. It seems to be more about costume anxiety. Maybe I need a tailor.
By Psydeshow on May 25, 2004 at 12:58pm