lydy | The Accoutrement of Job Interviews

I have a job interview in about an hour. It's my first one in years. Getting ready last night, I discovered that I no longer have all the necessary bits and pieces that are required. Actually, I'm interviewing with a headhunter who may have a position that fits my skills, but it comes to the same thing.

My good interview suit is 4 years and 10 pounds old, at least. I don't have mascara anymore, it finally went dry. I don't usually wear much make-up to interviews, since I wear none at work, but mascara is one that seems to be minimal while creating a good effect. I'm not carrying breath mints in my purse. My purse isn't really a purse, it's an Eagle Creek hiking bag, about as chic as a granny square vest. I've put my hair up in a bun, which looks professional as hell, but I don't have hair spray anymore, so it's frayed. I probably ought to remove all but two of my rings, one for each hand. Perhaps I will. I've brought the slacks that go with the suit coat I wore, this morning, and I'll change into them right before I leave. I couldn't imagine sitting in them all morning, they're much too tight. But for an hour or two, they'll do. I'll do. They don't look particularly awful, they just feel uncomfortable.

I'm not even sure I want the job. Or any other job. I didn't get laid off today, nor yesterday, and I might even be relatively safe from bumping rights. On the other hand, it might be nice to get back into real estate and banking. There were parts of it that were fun, and it pays fairly well. On the third hand, I'd have to do at least one more interview. I do so hate interviews.

Oh, and I daren't pick mulberries in this suit. The suit itself is between cream and very light brown, and the shell is yellow silk. A single falling berry would make an unsightly stain. There aren't any mulberries between here and there, though, so it doesn't really matter.

I'm babbling. I'm nervous. I'll go.