I had a very strange dream Thursday night in which I seemed to be interviewing for a job in Wyoming. I don’t know what the job was. I don’t know why Wyoming. I don’t know why part of the interview took place on a swing set. But I’m pretty sure I was offered this mysterious job, and was going to take it.
And then I went to work and impersonated an old bird.
(For the record, I have not applied for a job in Wyoming. But I did drive through the state several years ago, and it seemed lovely.)
I feel like the playing field would be leveled if all interviews took place on swing sets.
I would go for any job for which the interview took place on a swing set.
I nearly applied for a job at the Cheyenne paper when I was graduating college but got a different job before I got around to it.
It wasn’t one of those swings with hair-grabbing chains, either — it was made of rope and wood. Very, in my mind, Wyoming. Maybe I should go find out what that job was …