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Sorry, "dream" was ambiguous. This isn't like a hopes-and-dreams thing, more of an asleep thing. Her dream is basically "I'm too good to work food service. I'm pretty sure something else will be handed to me with zero effort." But with every passing day, another sliver of ego falls by the wayside. We're down to grocery stores now, which she initially poo-pooed, and still they aren't calling her back. We'll be at food service in another two weeks, I imagine.
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