So I've been taking a practical magic class starting last week, asking the Universe to help me FINISH ALL MY GODDAMN NEAR-FINISHED PROJECTS ALREADY, and making a lot of discoveries about myself in the Otherworld.
This is largely copied from my Facebook post in the group:
Today I got fired from my job at my three-month review. There's been a variety of reasons on both ends that I'm honestly not surprised--we have three to four cooks in the kitchen when this is a small cafe, but we don't need that many cooks the WHOLE DAY and everyone's constantly hunting for stuff to do. I'm guessing I'm a sacrifice because I do a decent job, but I forget the eight million details of working in a kitchen.
See, this is because in my interview, I said I like to BAKE and that was supposedly a big plus, but they mentioned they needed prep cooks more than bakers and I have rarely if ever done any baking as consequence.
Btw, the baking shifts went to ANOTHER NEW PERSON, so I'm like "waiiiiiiiit you said you didn't need any bakers???"
Cooking itself isn't rocket science (especially not with easy meals in a cafe), but work-wise, if you hire a baker who's used to very steady and time-consuming tasks for the complete opposite job of "run around and do five people's orders at once" prep-cook world, nobody's gonna win.
I mean, the job was nowhere near the WORST I've had (that would be my prior one), and it was a good work environment, but I remember this one time the manager said to me, "Huh, sometimes your judgement needs a little work" and now I'm thinking "Y'ALL HIRED A BAKER AS A PREP COOK, YOU BETTER NOT BE SURPRISED I'M NOT STELLAR AT IT."
I can't help wondering if this is connected to the first non-mundane dream I've had in a while: Details are fuzzy, but I remember LOCUSTS ARE EATING THE CROPS, HOLY SHIT. But then we caught a bunch of them in baskets to cook and eat them. I was pretty balky until my friends went "COME ON, JUST ONE BITE." The taste was mostly [insert-dream-taste] decent, but I realllllly liked the crunch. I've been hearing the cooked-locust crunch all day and it's like "FUCK, I NEED SOME CHIPS."
Then in my morning meditation, me and a deity went to a sea-cave and ran into the very unexpected Grasshopper. She got stuck after high-tide since the cave was too wet for her to comfortably fly out, so she needed someone to carry her up to the entrance, and she went "YAY, THANK YOUUUUU" after I got her out. Right now she just flies around sharing my food, but definitely not in the "LOCUST MAD!!! LOCUST SMASH!!! AND THEN LOCUST EAT!!!" way (she is staying very small and green), so I'm guessing she's got good news.
I just feel this weird urge to laugh my ass off and I don't quite know why.