Pandemonic Dream

So I just had a weirdo dream and it's 12:10 am and I can't fall back asleep so I figured I would write about it since it's all fresh in my head.  Turns out, I picked up a side-job on the weekends at some hipster coffee shop...sorta like starbucks, except not starbucks.  Anyways, it was my first day and this halfway cute little blonde girl was training me except I couldn't really pay attention because there was all this really interesting stuff all over about how donuts are made and why they're so cheap (apparently because they are fried and not baked which makes them cheaper...who knew?).  So, she's trying to train me and I'm totally not paying attention and then when customers start coming, I have no idea how to work the register so I start giving away all the stuff for free and then more people come and they start asking for lattes or something and I have no idea what that means so they get frustrated and start coming behind the counter to do it themselves.  By this time, I sorta figure that the customers got everything under control so I start zipping around on the floors....oh yeah, backtrack for a minute.  I have those really cool shoes like all the little kids have nowadays with the wheels in the heels.  I can skate around.  Okay, so by now all the customers have basically started helping themselves and the cute little blonde chick turns out to be a lesbian and she's in the back room making out with some hippy chick and then my brother comes by with some beer but he won't let me have any because I'm working.  Then the cute little blonde comes back and I tell her that I can't figure out the register and I have no idea what any of the products are anyways so that's why the customers are helping themselves and the cute little blonde chick tells me that it's okay with her because they throw all that crap away at the end of the night.  Then I start to worry that maybe it's not such a good idea to work there because I feel like I'm breaking the law somehow and if the law firm that I work for during the week ever found out, they would be mad.  Then my friend Pat Day shows up and I  haven't seen him since high school like ten years ago.  Turns out, he has the sneakers with the wheel in the heel also and we start skating around but neither of us is really good at it and we keep on falling down all the time.  We also found that special sugar that they use to put on the fried dough and while we are skating around we are also throwing handfuls up in the air to make it look like smoke or something.  Then I notice that the manager showed up but she is this really cool old lady and she doesn't even care that all hell has broken loose and customers are working all the machines and the cute blonde chick is kissing the hippy girl and my brother is drunk and breaking things and me and Pat Day are skating around throwing confectioners sugar and falling over a lot.  She actually thinks it pretty funny somehow.  Then I woke up.  The end.