Well, I went to another job interview yesterday.
Because I care about the image that I convey to my potential employers (at first, anyway) I decided that I should probably actually ‘clean up’ my appearance for the interview. This meant no stained blue jeans, ratty old hiking boots, or t-shirts with logos on them. I even forked out the money for a haircut.
It was when I decided to go down to the basement to find my stash of “good” clothes that I ran into problems. The closest thing to “nice” clothing in my storage areas was a few old pairs of cargo pants that didn’t fit and some hand-me-down ugly ass 1970′s era button-up shirts, complete with large collars. Time to hold another garage sale, I think.
With the thought of a new job in mind, I headed to the mall with my girl-friend in tow.
Normally, when I buy clothing for myself I look at the rack until I find something under $20 that I dont hate and buy it. Unfortunately one does NOT find “nice” clothes that way. I spent two bloody hours there before the saleslady and my GF could agree on an entire ensemble. I even bought a new tie.
Then we remembered shoes… I do not want to repeat that ordeal again.
The good news is that I am getting a second interview… At least I think thats good…