The Power of Positive Thinking

I have an interview today so I had this dream.

I woke up at 9:15 am, which is way later than I had set my alarm since I had planned to go to Becca's house for breakfast before my interview. I couldn't find the addresses I'd printed out for my previous employers. Oh well, thought I. I opted to skip Becca's and just go to the interview. I ended up chatting with my brother about movies. Apparently there's a Richard Scarry feature coming out (in my dream at least). Anyway the next time I looked at my watch it was 11:15. This is a problem since my interview is for 10:30. My mom asked me what time is it as I ran out the door. I replied "I'm late." Mom said "You should've gotten up earlier." I said "My alarm didn't ring." I booted it to St. Cath and somehow got there two minutes later. The interview lady (a prematurely grey woman with a pony tail) appeared to be out of interview mode and was helping Becca do something on the computer. I introduced myself and sat down. She asked me why I wasn't there at 10:30. I don't remember what I said but I know it ended with "it won't happen again." Becca shook her head and said "This isn't going well." The lady looked at me with disgust and told me to take my sweater off. I did and there was another sweater underneath. Lady rolled her eyes and said something along the lines of "don't you know how to present yourself better?" She asked me to take my shoulder strap off (my purse was around my shoulder). I did, and my other sweater. I think my hair was all staticky too, and the lady was still disgusted by my appearance. Even though she'd already decided not to hire me she gave me a tour. In my dream, the place was so not a call centre. There were big rolls of fabric around. I tried to tell the woman off, saying she judged me before I had a chance to prove myself, that I was a good worker, and blah blah blah, but my words came out quietly and mousey. We got to this place where people were glueing snippets of magazines together to create new fashion statements. The lady asked me about my sense of style. I said mine was unique. I joined in in creating a cut and paste scen with some other girl. I rummaged through the bin and found an African American plastercine Superman and stuck it to the top of the picture. I then proceded to make a navy blue boat. I painted van gogh stars on it. Everyone seemed impressed by my antics except interview lady. Some other woman came by. She was a friend of my mom's and asked my how I was doing. I said that I was in the middle of an interview and the interviewer had already decided not to hire me. She shrugged "That's too bad" and left. Needless to say I didn't get the job. I went home and my parents could tell I didn't get the job because I was teary eyed.

When I woke up and realised that it was all a dream I was delighted to be given another chance. I'm going to get another few minutes of sleep now (it is WAY too early). Wake me up before 8 am.