Dreaming

I had some kind of strange dreams last night. Here's the part I remember:

My friend Ding (a.k.a. Justin) went with me to the Post Office to apply for a job there. For some reason, the post office was in the middle of McGuckins. Anyhow, I got back there and there was a really tall lady who I asked if I could apply for the job there. She said, "Sure!." So I proceeded to show her my resume, at which point she became very concerned and ran back to talk to her manager. She then came out and said, "Your resume looks very good, but there are two reasons that this won't work." I then sad, "Let me guess. 1) I'm a college student. 2) I'm not tall enough." She then said, "Yes, and we are also concerned about your Chinese skills because there is nobody here for you to speak Chinese with. And as a college student you can't work the hours we want you in the afternoon on Tuesdays and Thursdays and the weekends." "But yes I can," I said. "I am available those times to work! And I don't care if there isn't anyone here to speak Chinese with, I can speak English." "It just won't work out," the very tall woman snapped, and Ding and I walked away while I was cursing under my breath at her in Chinese. Then Ding said, "man, you really blew that interview." "I know," I said. "Maybe you shouldn't have used all those one-liners." And then I was thinking, "what one-liners? I don't think I used any one-liners." "Oh well, let's go get some Chinese food," I said. And that was the end of the dream.