|Jacket, shoes, and pants - Simply Be, shirt - in my drawer.|
I had an interview today. Apparently, some people are able to tell after an interview how they did. Not me! I come out of them like I've been beaten with a bat in the head. This doesn't help when my family wants to be supportive and see how it went. "Um, there were people there...they asked me questions and I answered them? Is it chocolate time now?" It's like a blackout, without any of the drinking. Just vague memories of people firing questions at me.
These shoes make my feet look so incredibly teeny and cute. And they are completely painful after 10 minutes. But I didn't have time to hem these pants, and I wanted to wear them. So I wore the shoes to work and to the interview. The rest of the day I've been wearing little house slipper type shoes under my desk. These pants are getting hemmed, and these shoes are going straight to Goodwill. Right after I get some chocolate.