by Maria Mize
...a dream about an assignment
| I was working in a department store, a cross between K-Mart and TJ Maxx. I asked, "What is my assignment?" The answer was, "Cleaning." I sighed.
Needing to go to the third floor, I began looking for the stairs or an elevator---not an easy task---but eventually I found them.
Once there, I was given a dry mop with no water---no liquid cleaning detergent whatsoever. So, I began trying to clean a dirty, debris-ridden floor without a means to actually accomplish anything---like moving dirt from one place to another. Finally, I began using whatever liquid was available, perhaps spilled on the floor from a drinking cup, to try and make headway. It was daunting and fruitless.
I have no clue what lesson is to be learned from this dream.
However, at work I watch the owners profit, while I tread water---barely making ends meet from month-to-month. They have no real comprehension of my struggles.
When I have extra expenses; such as, last weekend I got a flat tire, which needed replaced. The previous weekend, my phone died. My only evident way of recouping a loss is to charge and pay later, putting me further in debt and creating increased hardship.