I've got my first "proper" job interview tomorrow, and the one thing I'm not looking forward to after two months of wearing daggy old t-shirts and baggy-arsed board shorts (my attire of choice when extracting kikuyu grass from the garden/being dragged down the road by the dogs/vacuuming the house for the upteenth time) is putting on the Interview Suit to accompany my Interview Shoes.
Ten year ago I wore a suit to work everyday. High-heels, tights. Tailored shirts. I spent half an hour straightening my hair into that perfect shiny Rachel Green bob. My handbag was the latest style; my coat the latest cut. Fingernails manicured, toenails pedicured. Makeup by Clinique. All styled and not a lot of comfort.
Now all I can think of is coming home tomorrow afternoon and stripping off my horrible, restricting Interview suit and kicking those blisteringly horrible Interview shoes off and climbing into my daggy, baggy, lovely, comfy clothes.
I guess that at the age of 39 and half years of old, I'm totally built for comfort and not for style
I just now realised you're back here! Yay!
It's too late to wish you good luck, but how did the interview go?
Hi Kirsi! Awesome to have you back :)
Interview was great (as interviews go) - they've asked me back for a second interview on Tuesday. Fingers crossed - I've got a good feeling about the job and the company.