Now this is probably a result of my greed in naps on a selfish day off, a lengthy nap, followed by a refusal to go and seek dinner or do anything remotely productive during the dinner traffic rush, another nap, and hence somewhat bizarre dreams....
I'm in the restaurant, not mine but mine, it's an unending labyrinth, hundreds of rooms and passages, I can't seem to find my way.
I don't care, I'm taking a swig of rum from a bottle I've placed above the till. I have no prejudice against drinking, it's my bottle, I brought it from home....
There's a fellow I recognize, he's holding a beer and he hand's me a cheque, the IT guy I'm guessing, and I offer him another beer. I search for a service bar and find one in another room, with a fenced off area for the customers like a hockey arena floored with sawdust and these giant busts of clowns (???) or demons that recall Mardi Gras...
I need to ring it in before I can get it, they tell me he's with this group of nerds on such-and-such table and I can see them, but now I must find them on the map of the restaurant on the till and it's like this vast D&D map, I have to enter the front door of the restaurant (on the POS till) and then navigate the countless passages and rooms to find the floor plan for the room I'm in now....
I'm lost, these people I'm working with, they're all strangers, this restaurant I don't know, the IT guy I know but he's disappeared, I want to find my way back to the original room where this all started, where I have tables and my comforting bottle of rum poised above the till....