So .... I'm having problems these days. Problems in getting my feet to touch the ground. Every time, I think that I have landed, somebody asks me a question, and I start talking and then it's like I'm being slowly inflated, and up I go again!
I GOT THE Job!
Yes, indeedy! Barring any unforeseen circumstance, such as not passing the background check or something else equally as miserable, I'll be starting on October 3.
suit — Rafaella (Boscov's)
shirt — Carlisle (thrifted)
tights — L'eggs Sheer Vitality
shoes — Blowfish (DSW)
I ended up wearing my suit, with my blue-and-white striped button down shirt. I actually felt pretty good in it by the time the interview rolled around (it didn't hurt that the guy who was interviewing me was wearing black pants with a blue-striped button-down shirt — yeah, we were twins). It was tight, but not as bad as it was when I first put it on — oh my! I had stopped eating (not really, but you know what I mean), and went to the gym 3 times a day and doing all the ab machines — the fitness expert told me to come 3 times a week, I thought that in my situation 3 times a day would be a bit better ... hahahahaha...).
In retrospect, these pictures didn't capture the way I felt. I had a smile from ear to ear — I just couldn't help it. I felt so good that I practically danced down Constitution Ave in DC. I had this stupid, silly grin on my face the entire time, because ... honestly? I felt good about this interview. I felt good before going in, and I felt good after coming out. (It didn't hurt that the person, who would be my supervisor, told me that it went very very well.) But still I wasn't my normal negative self.
Today, I sent in all the paperwork for the background check (wow ... why do you always end up feeling like a criminal? At least they didn't ask me to take a drug test — OH MY ... talk about feeling like a criminal! Not allowed to wash your hands. Not allowed to flush the toilet ... It can be so humiliating to just try and get a job these days.)
I brought my camera along with me to try and capture the day. (I really did have this feeling that it was going to go okay.) I had a mini panic attack the day before my interview when I was trying to figure out how to actually get there. The train only comes to my station first thing in the morning, and my interview was at 1 pm. I didn't relish the idea of getting up extra early to catch the train, and then hanging around in DC for 5 hours ... I just didn't want to be a wilted flower by 1 pm.
Driving to another station would have been hit or miss — because of parking issues (the lots tend to fill up during rush hour). I was just picturing myself driving around and around in circles, looking for a parking spot, watching the minutes tic toc by, and getting more and more frantic. Luckily and thankfully, a friend of mine offered to drive me to the Baltimore station. So I drove to her place, and then she delivered me to the station — even walking me in to where I get my ticket (I was such a pile of nerves by that point that I'm not sure if I could have done it on my own).
I got to Union Station in DC around noon, and then it was a short walk — half a mile — to the building where my interview was. I got there with plenty of time, which gave me some time to calm down and cool down. It was pretty warm and humid, and the sweat was just pouring down my face and my back.
While waiting to go inside, I took my first street style photo. I loved this look — the way she had paired long gray knit shorts with boots and a black cardigan.
All in all, a great day!
Thank you all for all your support!