Let me just say right off the bat, I should watch less television. See if you can find any parts of this story that sound very much like American Idol- because that's what it felt like.
So, last night, I had an incredibly vivid dream, where I was applying for a job at a place where I have already been rejected... but for a different job. In fact, this place was hiring about 20 people, so LOTS of people were there to apply. We go through interviews with 3 or 4 people, and during my first one, there is lots of praise. I left convinced that I would make it to the next round of interviews, which I did. So then we have round 2 of interviews, and that goes really well. The words "You have the job" aren't mentioned, but they might as well have been with what they are saying to me.
So then comes the next round of cuts. Everyone still in the running (about 50 people) is gathered in an auditorium with nametags on. Oddly enough, the guy I sat next to in 8th grade homeroom is there (I haven't seen him since 8th grade), and we get to talking. While we are talking, people who work for the department that we hope to get jobs with are walking around with letters or big boxes (that look exactly like the boxes that Panera gives people for a dozen bagels). The letters are for the people rejected, the boxes are for those who get the job- it's how you find out if you made it. So, this girl comes up to this guy and I and says, "Awesome, you're sitting together! That makes my job easier." Then she checks my nametag one more time, hands him the box, and says, "Oh, I'm sorry. I misread your nametag. Yours is around here somewhere." Well, then I spot someone walking by with my name... on an envelope attached to a wrapped up paperback book. Totally doesn't match any of the other packages or letters.
I open up the letter and read, "You did a great job, but unfortunately, there were just too many people here with similar resumes." (or something along those lines). Everyone from the department wrote little lines of encouragement, telling me to stay positive, the perfect job is out there, I'll find it soon. And then, oddly enough, my friend and her new husband also signed it. Yeah, I have no idea why.
Anyways, I was so angry and upset to lose this job when I felt like it was right there in my fingers that I threw a coke can up at the interviewers who were on the stage. And then I stormed out crying (though trying to hold in the tears as much as I could until I got outside). Naturally, it was pouring down rain when I got outside. So I then run to my car, get in the driver's seat and start driving. The next thing I realize, I'm actually in the backseat, still crying, and my mom is driving. Why my mom is picking me up from an interview, I have no clue. She tells me that while she knows that I don't want to talk about it, she needs to at least know what happened. AND then I finally wake up from that nightmare.
In case you're wondering about what book they gave me, I have no idea. I woke up before I had a chance to open it. Probably something about staying positive. So can you get rejected for a job in a dream? Yes... and you can show just how terrible you feel by throwing coke cans at your interviewers and not worry about any repercussions! I also love how even in my dreams, people are telling me to stay patient.
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