I read somewhere that you're not really supposed to share your crazy dreams with anyone but your best friend. Other people might pretend they're interested, but apparently they aren't. I'm not really concerned about it at this point. The other night I had this crazy dream.
I was interviewing for a writing position with a magazine or newspaper. The guy who was asking me questions didn't seem convinced that I was qualified for the position. It seemed to require some sort of music experience or radio or something.
"I've worked for the radio station for 4 years," I tell him. "I even hosted the local music show!" I can't get him to understand that I know music. Especially local music."
"Yeah, but when was that show?" He's not convinced.
"It was on once a week, but I had another spot. 4-7 actually, prime drive time. And! The Top 5 at 5."
"I don't think you've dealt with a lot of callers. I'm not sure you can handle this." What writing for a magazine has to do with answering phones I'll never know.
At this point I'm so frustrated that I tell him I'm leaving and I can do better on my own. Another girl that works in the office decides she's going to leave too. Before I know it other people are walking out. I'm at this huge gathering for people who are interested in working for the magazine I'm starting. I'm collecting their contact information and learning about who they are and what sort of positions they want to hold. They're handing me sheets of paper with random info on them and leaving. I'm standing in this room wondering what I got myself into.
I refuse a job for a guy who thinks I'm not qualified. Decide to start my own offbeat magazine and end up in a meeting of at least 30 people. I've never even run a magazine. What can I possibly know and how did I become the leader?
When I woke up that morning I asked myself if I was really in charge. That was just a dream, wasn't it? There aren't 30+ people somewhere waiting for me to step up and get this things started, are there?