I was in the middle of a wonderful dream and, as always, my phone was on. I had an interview with a recruiter at a staffing agency for an HR position this morning and I do like the occasional/semi-frequent text message from an inebriated friend especially when it happens on a Sunday night. Right in the middle of my dream, long about when I was about to fistfight the Incredible Hulk on top of Mt. Everest while Asia played "Heat of the Moment" in the background, my phone rang. I rolled over, saw a local number on my caller ID, and answered.
Super sultry mystery voice: "Hi, Stephen?"
Me: "Yeeeeeees?"
Super sultry mystery voice: "Hi! This is Karen from Randstad staffing. I'm calling about our meeting this morning!"
Me: "Oh, great! Yeah, I went online last night and --"
Karen the super sultry recruiter: "Well, that's what I wanted to talk about. I've reviewed your resume a little further and it looks like you're overqualified for this position."
Me: "For the HR position?"
Karen the recruiter who used to be super sultry and now had merely become just some chick on the phone: "Yeah... I don't want to waste your time by bringing you in for an interview for this position if it's not going to be a good fit."
Me: "That's cool. I've got some trivia questions to write this morning anyway."
Some chick on the phone: "Trivia questions?"
Me: "Yeah... And I think I'm gonna watch a movie. It sounds like a pretty full morning, right?"
Some chick on the phone [after a moment of silence]: "Actually... Wait... What movie?"
Me: "Blow. It's about cocaine. "
A part of me wonders why I'm not working today.
