We're short a bartender. A guy, smaller than me with dark hair, did a trial shift a few weeks ago. It went well and he was supposed to train last night. It didn't happen.
He was in my dream last night. Or rather another new guy was in my dream. I knew it wasn't the right new guy, but no one else seemed to realize. The one in my dream was tall, blond and Australian.
The wrong new guy asks me,
"Where can I change? I'm not wearing any underwear."
I rush over to my General Manager. I tell her,
"This isn't the right new guy and he's not wearing any underwear."
"I thought he looked different."
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