The ending is very vivid, but the beginning is a bit of a blur. There had just been a rush of customers and the counter was being cleaned up. The ketchup "tub" had just been refilled. The mustard tub was next. After taking the lid off the tub, there was a visible ring of dried mustard that had obviously not been cleaned in weeks.
Because the mustard tub was gross, I asked some of the other employees to take care of it. My hands were already dirty with mustard. The other employees were mostly those 20-something "bears" that you see at places like Gym and Nowhere. The one I asked, "Joey" told me that the job could wait for the weekend crew since they were notorious for not cleaning the dining area anyway.
I'm informed by a female coworker that the manager needs to see me, but I insist that my hands must be cleaned first. She points at an oak veneer door with the words "Manager" in the red Wendy's font. After yelling about the need to clean my hands, I storm downstairs to the "additional seating" area and enter the men's room.
The men's room is disgusting. Encrusted poop is on the wall behind the toilet. The sink in which I will wash my hands contains hair, a postcard, and something else under the card. I remove the hair (long, black). I read the post card which writing on it. "Well since you won't come see me in the hospital, I guess I can't tell you that I love her." Under the postcard is a mostly empty vial of blood, with a label on it that has the name "Sonia Adams". All of these items are thrown in the trash can, which also has a pair of dirty New Balance sneakers within.
As I turn to wash my hands, the dream ends as I wake up.
With morning wood.
