A Bad Dress Rehearsal Means . . .
After your electricity goes out, try not to reset your clocks by a watch that is running slow. About an hour and a half slow.
Instead of having time to walk the dog a few miles before doing a long and careful morning beauty routine I had barely enough time to shower, throw my hair back, slap on some foundation and grab my suit. I discovered that my suit has a spot on it and I'm not happy with the way the dry cleaner pressed it last time. This is not how I envisioned getting ready for my dress-rehearsal interview.
On the other hand, it's not all that atypical for me. I'm almost there, and yet so far from prepared.
"What's your greatest weakness?"
"General scattiness, for which I try to compensate by taking extremely quick showers and BS-ing my way through instead of fully preparing for anything."
Erm. Now that I'm here I have a few hours to catch my breath, get some tea, and work. The interview room is conveniently about five steps from my desk.
I may also spend some time admiring my new shoes. Shiny!
Mom here: I'm SO PROUD of YOU! You DID go out and buy new shoes for your interview! Way to Go!
Posted by: PatAncester | August 21, 2006 at 07:47 PM
Do I sense, perhaps, just a bit of sarcasm in that comment? Mother dear? :P
Posted by: Citations | August 22, 2006 at 10:29 AM