Even though I was so nervous that I stopped breathing a few times and shook my interviewers' hands goodbye with what I can only imagine were the clammiest hands they've ever felt, I somehow made it to round 3.
And what does this mean for me? It means that this Thursday, in the early hours of the morning, I'll be sitting across from Mr. Boss-man hoping I haven't completely forgotten how to speak the English language. This also means that on Wed. night I'll be performing my pre-interview ritual of getting my hair blown out, shaving my legs (twice in one week, can you belive it?!), and performing some type of spray on tan so he doesn't think I'm an albino. Oh yes, and I completely forgot the part where I frantically search through my closet, throw basically everything I own onto my bed and then try on every single combination of suits and blouses and shoes until I find the outfit that makes me look the smartest and least sexy. And we can't forget the hour it takes to coordinate jewelry. Heaven forbid I should wind up with gold earrings when I have silver accents on my purse.
The things I'll do for this office... amazing isn't it?
2 comments:
Woo-hoo! I knew you'd get through w/ flying colors. Congrats, lady.
Come on, Brandy - does it really take you THAT long to NOT look sexy?
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