Dream of number, woman

I walk into a bank for a job interview at night. The bank sells bras and underwear right in the middle of the bank. I buy a bra for six dollars before my interview. I am told to go down a dark hallway into a small dark office, that looks like a clost, lighted only by computer monitors. A middle-aged Asian woman greets me while she is sitting at her desk, typing and prints me an employee I. D. card in the color lime green that begins with the number twenty-two. I ask her why did I get an I. D. if I haven't been interviewed. She says I'm hired automatically and that I will meet with my boss next. I walk down a hallway made of clear glass that lets me look in to an office with operators or telemarketers right in the middle. Further down I could see the boss in another glass office waiting for me. The boss is an old, fat man with a cheery smile. I instantly feel comfortable and know that he likes my personality. He begins asking me what schedule will work for me.