I had a job interview last week for a job I didn't get. I don't mind that I didn't get the job because it would have required at least 15 hours of commuting every week to a school with a very old-fashioned library in a very bureaucractic school system. The interview process was two days long and required waking up at 5:00 am on Thursday and spending the night in a different city to give my required presentation on Friday. The weather was terrible and I had to go straight from the interview to my actual job, which required 3 hours of additional travel and resulted in a long, hungry day, but the thing that I can't quite get over and still consider one of the worst aspects of the day was my wardrobe.
On Thursday I wore a pair of professional trousers and a sweater to visit the school in the morning and then I continued to wear the outfit in the wind and the rain walking around town and then I continued to wear it in a tractor at the college where Steve teaches. By the end of the day the trousers were not looking so great, which is one of the reasons I was so distressed to discover the next morning that I had not packed the second pair of trousers I had intended to wear for the interview. They were still at home, hours away, lying on the guest room bed. My only options were to wear jeans or to wear wrinkly trousers that had recently been riding around at a farm to my interview. AND the trousers did not match the clean top I'd brought to wear, so I wore mismatching clothes to my interview. I was so embarrassed. After the interview, I was sitting in the train station still feeling awkward that my trousers and top didn't match when I looked over at the girl sitting next to me. She was wearing jeggings. I felt a tiny bit better. At least I realized my clothes looked bad.
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That's a night mare. All my sympathy!
TERRIBLE. Jeggings might solve all your problems. I hope not, but maybe.
I once read somewhere that the Brits are all about the significance of each individual piece, rather than the ensemble. This point of view would allow you to wear your mismatching clean top with well-worn trousers sans embarrassment. Let's just say it's true.
Are you sure she wasn't sitting next to you thinking the same thing and ashamed that her mother/boyfriend/cat forced her to wear those jeggings that morning?
Wow. Sorry to hear about the rough day. But I love the post title. :-)
Sorry you had such a bad day. At least you didn't get trapped in a store window.
KWB
Also loving the title of your post. Seriously though a tractor? What was Steve thinking?
The Marmots would immediately chime in with the apropriate Wallace and Grommit title .... They've done that recently. (MarmDat)
Thanks for the sympathy. I still haven't put away the trousers that were supposed to come to the interview with me and didn't. I feel they've betrayed me.
MarmDad--It's not actually from W&G. It's the picture book about Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, etc. I was just recently thinking about W&G, though, as Steve brought me some Winsleydale cheese the other day.
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