Mr. Macaroni
Last night, I had a dream about a job interview. This is not surprising, since I had an actual job interview yesterday. In fact my real-life interview provided the setting for the interview in my dream, which occurred in the dream world doppelgänger of the building I visited.
In the dream, I was brought to a small conference room where I awaited the person I would be meeting with. I had copies of my resume, a leather portfolio with a notepad… the standard job interview gear. Not long after I sat down, a man came into the room. I stood.
“You must be Mike.” He said, extending his hand to me “I’m Titty Macaroni”
I thought I might have misunderstood him, so I played it safe.
“Mr. Macaroni, nice to meet you.” We shook hands
“Oh, please, Mr. Macaroni is my father, call me Titty.”
I still couldn’t quite make out if he was saying “Titty” or “Teddy” and we hadn’t talked enough for me to determine if he had any sort of accent that might have made “Teddy” sound like “Titty”. I strategized that I would attempt to steer conversation in a way that I would never have to refer to him by name until I knew for sure, and possibly after that, should his name truly turn out to be Titty.
As it often happens in an interview, he handed me his business card. Sure enough, his name was clearly printed on the card as Titty Macaroni. Fighting the urge not to laugh, I placed his business card in one of the little pockets of my portfolio, face down, so I would not see his printed name. It was going to hard enough to keep from laughing until after the interview. I also wanted to keep the card not only for his contact information to send a follow-up thank you letter, but also as proof to my friends and family that I actually met a guy named (snicker, snicker) Titty Macaroni.
We sat back down, and through the magic of dreams, the conference room had suddenly turned into his office. I might as well have left his business card face up at this point, since there were many instances of his name plastered all over the office. I chewed on the inside of my cheek to keep from smirking, or worse, laughing. On the walls were various diplomas, certificates, and plaques proudly emblazoned with the name Titty Macaroni.
I considered just leaving… getting out of there, but instead decided to tough it out. I did not realize that I was dreaming at this point and wasn’t willing to completely blow a job interview because I couldn’t stop thinking like a 14 year old. But I felt like I was Beavis without Butthead.
We sat and began discussing the position. If anything, I’m sure he put in his notes that I maintained good eye contact. I had to. If I looked anywhere other than his eyes, I would see one of the diplomas or certificates or some other reminder of his name. I stared directly at him as we talked.
Then Suddenly…
About 5 minutes into the interview the cell phone on his desk began to vibrate and his custom ring tone filled the room.
“Titty Macaroooooooooooooooooooh Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?” the sound of someone calling to him from a distance came from his phone’s tiny speaker. It was if some one was standing on their front porch calling little Titty to come home for dinner. “Titty Macaroooooooooooooooooooh Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeee? Titty Macaroooooooooooooooooooh Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?”
A man can only take so much. I laughed out loud and woke myself up. I’m sure I didn’t get the job, most likely not the real life one, and certainly not the dream one with Mr. Macaroni.
So Now…
I am living in fear now. There will be future real life job interviews and I am certain I can rest assured that none of them will be with a person named Titty Macaroni. But I know how my mind works. Just being in a job interview situation will make me think of this dream, that name, the ring tone, and it will be a struggle not to laugh.
On the other hand, I could probably stand to loosen up a bit in these interviews. Perhaps this is a message from my sub-conscious, telling me to stop being so self-conscious. Maybe my next interview will be lighter and more conversational. Possibly in their notes, the interviewer will write “Very pleasant guy, he smiles quite a bit.”
If that ends up being the case, I thank you Mr. Titty Macaroni. You have done me a silly service that I will never be able to repay.