I had another Pixar interview dream last night -- a job had posted at Pixar, and I was asked to come in and meet people and advertise myself for the job. As is usually the case, it wasn't a weird sort of dream -- no flying or talking animals or underwear -- it was all just very normal, slightly scary, very exciting to be on the cusp of working for the greatest company in the world. As I would expect it would be in real life.
The last time I had one of these, the job was to keep track of their library of children's books. Last night, the job was basically what I'm doing at SFist now: browsing blogs, understanding situations, telling interesting stories about real life. I got to meet Brad Bird.
It got weird at the end; suddenly the dream wasn't about me or about Pixar, but about some other guy applying for some other job. He had irrational religious objections to the terms of employment and left the interview in a huff before they could even offer it to him, thereby relieving all the anxiety he had felt about whether or not he would get his dream job.
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