Inferno has got to be the most wicked dream I had about work, and Albertson's as a matter of fact. It didn’t start as a dream, it began as a vision one day and developed into a dream. Its come back to me a few times and so I have revised it once or twice, each time ive had it again its been more in detail.


Darkness cast over the empty parking lot…

Lightning crashed overhead. ..

The sound of thunder echoed came from miles around. ..

And though, nothing could be seen in the distance, the store alone stood at the top…

However it could not be said its appearance was how it might have normally been…

Inside the lights were out, but what had surrounded it could only be something one might expect to see in a horror film. From one end to the other, along the roof and the ground stood an inferno of flames. But even something about the flames was not right, they did not appear to be that of a typical fire, for they help a deep orange red glow. One more inferno also stretched out along the other end of the parking lot…where the fence next to the street would have been, nothing beyond that point could be seen.

In and instant two rows of Albertson's employees appeared in the middle of the parking lot, they stood side by side in a line facing the front of the store. The glare of the inferno was blazing in their eyes. None of them blinked, moved, or made a sound, and I would not doubt that they were breathing either. Management made up the first row, behind them stood the clerks.

By gazing at them, I could not really distinguish if they were any of the employees that I knew (and there was hardly anyone that I didn’t know who worked at Albertson's). Even though the light that was coming from the two infernos on the store shone down on them, I could not see their faces. I did have an idea though, of who was and who wasn’t.

As they watched, several figures were suddenly seen outside the store. All of which were clad in black from head to toe, and with hoods in which concealed their faces. All four of them formed a line behind the inferno, as they came to a stop, they faced the rows of employees and folded their arms. One more figure appeared, the last one. He walked and stood in the center of the line with the other dark figures, though he did not fold his arms like the others, he seemed to be carrying what looked like a giant black pitchfork.

It was no secret to those employees, who they all were. Who else would they be, but Tim, Les, Rick, Dennis, and of coarse Casey in the middle (basically they were all the District managers the employees had to take shit from. Although in later times it was known that Casey left the business to become a minister or a priest…..made many of us wonder why………). As it has been said about an organization, all the monkeys on top of the tree look down and see smiling faces, while those at the bottom look up and see nothing but assholes.

Unexpectedly one more figure was yet to be seen. It appeared to suddenly fade into view out of nowhere. He hung over the dark figures in mid air. A rope, which had been fastened to his neck and attached to the big blue "A" that made up the Albertson's sign on the front of the store, left him swinging ever so slowly over the dark clad figures. That man was none other than Michael Bettis (the sorry excuse for a store director). The sight of this obviously wouldn’t have hurt the employee's feelings, and I doubt many of them would feel sorry for him at all. None the less their expressions did not change, but they did begin to move in sequence.

The first row slowly stepped forward, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the distance. They came to a brief stop, before they all turned around and dropped their pants. They dark figures squinted their eyes with hatred, but they were not impressed either and made no move. And as the managers faced forward again they stepped backwards to fall behind as the row of clerks moved forward, and executed the same move. They could feel their blood boiling and the heat from the fire growing stronger. Casey then looked up at Bettis and raised his pitchfork over his head, the rope snapped and his body fell into the inferno. He then pointed toward the employees, as did the other figures. I doubt anything they did at this point would scare them.

The employees formed a single line now, and a song began to fade in from the distance. When the beat had become loud and clear, the employee's pointed a sharp finger at Casey and the other figures, as they began to sing, an old 80s song by twisted sister "were not going to take it anymore."