It's 2026, im in my..*doesnt like putting my age anymore* I'm old.. and im having work stress dreams about fucking Uber🤦♂️ I dont even do taxi service, which I figured would be far more stressful than driving around food and the occasional ~Mysterious Packige~ but I guess I've fucked up just enough (or had shitty things happen that were beyond my control) (both are true) to subconsciously fear it🙃
Anyway ive been waking up utterly CONVINCED I have someones fuckin.. undelivered hoagie or whatever.. sitting in my car, or i switched up two orders and thats why my phone is making noise (not really how that works) or I dropped ~Mysterious Packige~ in mud puddle and now I owe the cartel ✋️😬 that last one is a JOKE tho doing package delivery does yield some rather shady adventures, like what could possibly be in this wadded up piece of tinfoil im being paid to drive across the city other than drugs - i honestly dont really mind, bc im definitely not saying it's mine if I get pulled over and a cop somehow roots thru my car (he won't) enough to find it among my other deliveries. Considering my background, might as well be me lol
Anyway i havent had work stress dreams ever since i stopped working as a line cook. So like.. it's been at least eight years smh
