I have an interview in seven hours. I don’t want to go. I just ain’t feeling it. The more of these interviews I go to (duh) the better my chances are for actually getting a job (for one thing, it’s good practice).
The job is with a technology GIANT, but . . . it is not a technology type of job. It’s more of a sales support type of job. I just ain’t feeling it. I’ve done this type of thing before . . . sorta kinda . . . but . . . I just ain’t feeling it.
I have invented some pretty good reasons not to go.
My suit has a rip in it – right in the worst possible place – and I’ve already tried to mend it a several times. It’s gonna go at the worst possible time, I just know it. That will be bad form.
I recently bought a new suit, but it’s being altered. I won’t get it back until tomorrow afternoon.
That old suit…the one with the rip in the crotch – it’s a hand me down suit – a haaaaand – meeee — down SUIT! My daddy gave it to me. There. I made a super embarrassing admission: 43 years old, and I go to interviews in daddy’s suit. I think it’s a cool fuckin suit though – really. I always used to get complimented in it.
I don’t wear suits very often.