I woke up this morning clearly remembering two of my dreams from last night, so I'll jot them down for the sake of posterity.

In one dream, I was a police officer driving a very large, white SUV.  I was some kind of highway patrol, and I was pulling cars over for being driven by chimpanzees.  The chimps drove all sorts of cars, mostly sedans and SUVs.  They were dressed in human clothes, and sometimes had human passengers.  I'd pull them over and say "Excuse me, do you have a license?"  Clearly they wouldn't, because chimpanzees can't get licenses.  When they realized they were busted, they'd become very agitated and start screaming that loud monkey scream and flailing their arms around the vehicle.  Then I'd say "Sir, please calm down.  I'm going to need to you step out of the car, sir."  (Sometimes they were ma'ams, so sometimes I'd say that.)  I'd have to get their cars towed and give them tickets for driving without a license, and they'd get mad and bunch their lips up and give me dirty looks.

In the other dream, I was hand-hatching baby ducklings.  They were perfect little white ducks with yellowish orange beaks.  Their shells were translucent, so I could see when they were "ready," and when they were, I had to pick at their shells with a tiny pick.  When the ducklings felt air on their faces, that somehow told them to wake up, and they would start quacking and crawling out of their shells.  One shell that I opened had a duck with no eyes, and it wasn't waking up at first.  I started blowing on it, like you would blow on hot soup, and finally it woke up and it turned out it did have eyes after all.  I pulled that one out and put inside a blanket inside a bottle warmer, and then kept hatching other ducklings.

...I'd probably buy myself the entire set of iTunes Essentials "Global Celebration."
And then convince someone to have an "Around the World" party and use the $15 extra to buy supplies to make food from places like Poland and South Africa.

Just in the "basic cuts," for example, this collection has "Iko Iko" by Zap Mama,  "Hava Nagila" by Israeli Folk Group,  "Jammin'" by Bob Marley and two of my eternal favorites, "Bamboleo" by the Gipsy Kings and "Pa' Los Rumberos" by Tito Puente.  I'm in loooove.  For now, 30 second samples will have to do.  (I also just now found a song called "Hoptsoi" by a band called Vartinna - the "pride of Finland" according to iTunes.)

What better way to start a weekend morning than with a celebration.

P.S. Finished Measurement this week with a 95% (WOOO!) and training at the bookstore is completed until the 29th, when I receive additional cashier's training. 

¡Feliz cumpleaños a mí!

Happy birthday to me!

Joyeux Anniversaire à moi!

This afternoon I was trapped inside an elevator for about 15 minutes.

After the first few minutes, I started envisioning myself crashing to my death -- despite the fact that it is only a three-story building and there is not that far to fall -- and I sent Vince a text message asking him to call the apartment complex for me.  I did not immediately get a response, so I sat down and decided to wait it out.

Next, I called Pita Pit to tell them I might not be home to get my order because I was trapped in an elevator.  They said that was no problem, and to call them when I got out.

Then I sat on the floor for about 5 minutes, idly pressing buttons every now and again, to no avail.

I tried pressing the "CALL FOR HELP" button a few times, but nothing happened. 

After some 10 minutes had gone by, I was getting desperate.  I was fighting panic, hunger, and the need to pee.  I mashed the "CALL FOR HELP" button a few more times, and finally the light turned on and I heard a dial tone.  A nice lady came on the phone and asked me what the problem was.
"I am stuck in an elevator?"
"Try pressing the DOOR OPEN button."
I tried.
"That doesn't work.  I had tried that already."
"What about pressing the button for another floor?  Does that do anything?"
"Nope, I tried that, too."
"Okay.  What's your name?"
I told her.
"Okay, I am going to call the apartment complex and let them know you are trapped."
"Okay.  Thank you."
The line went dead, and a few minutes later the elevator started bouncing up and down.
I waited calmly for the nice lady on the phone to come back on, and then the doors magically opened.  I shot my hand out to make sure they stayed open, and then the phone clicked back on.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes?"
"I've just called the apartment complex and let them know you are in there.  They are on their way."
"Okay, actually, the doors just opened, so umm.. I'm... just gonna go."
She laughed, and told me to have a good day, and I came home.
I sent Vince a message to tell him I was, in fact, free, and then I called Pita Pit.  They are on their way here with my probably cold pita.
Vince called a few minutes later to tell me he had just made the emergency call, but I told him I was already out and safely at home, so it is no longer an emergency.

I do know that I have no plans to take that elevator again in the next month or so, until I forget about what happened and am overcome by laziness.