stockingless!
Despite the fact that my current job is overly taxing and my boss is uber-friendly, I have made the hard decision to leave. I sure will miss my afternoons filled with showdown and skype emoticon messages, not to mention the sordid text messages from random men that my boss has given my phone nubmer to. But don’t worry, dear reader, I’m sure the next boss will be even more exciting and you will be delighted to read the amusing anecdotes that I shall regale you with.
Anyway, before I can get a new boss, it is vital that I get a new job. And, being the organized, secretary-type that I am, I have already put wheels in motion. Yes, you will be impressed to know that I have a job interview this afternoon.
In honour of said job interview, I am wearing my charcoal skirt suit (it’s only a titch more snug than I remember, and no, it’s still not Armani) and a white pinstripe shirt. I got dressed very excitedly this morning, pulled my hair into a slick French roll and went to put my stockings on… only to find that one stocking had a big ladder in it. (Seriously, how is it that stockings develop ladders when they are rolled up in your drawer??!) I ask the bf if he thinks I will need to wear stockings to my job interview. He answers in the affirmative. I panic for a bit, but then decide that it is not such a big deal as I will just purchase some stockings at lunchtime.
Lunchtime comes and I run down the street in a flash to get my stockings. I walk into a likely looking stocking stockist:
Me: Hi, do you have stockings here?
Her: Ummm… no, don’t think we do.
Me: Uhhh… right
Her: Perhaps you should try the $2 shop
Ok, I know I’m a snob, but I’m NOT wearing stockings from the $2 shop. I’m just not! I give her an odd look and walk out.
I try the chemist:
Me: Hi, do you have stockings here?
Her: Yes, just this way
shows me a wall of pantyhose
Me: Uhhh… you don’t have any actual stockings do you?
Her: Oh… no, actually we don’t.
I try the corner store:
I walk down every aisle, and twice down the one with tampons. There are no stockings.
So it transpires that I am stockingless… for my interview with investment bankers. Do you think I’ll get the job?
Anyway, before I can get a new boss, it is vital that I get a new job. And, being the organized, secretary-type that I am, I have already put wheels in motion. Yes, you will be impressed to know that I have a job interview this afternoon.
In honour of said job interview, I am wearing my charcoal skirt suit (it’s only a titch more snug than I remember, and no, it’s still not Armani) and a white pinstripe shirt. I got dressed very excitedly this morning, pulled my hair into a slick French roll and went to put my stockings on… only to find that one stocking had a big ladder in it. (Seriously, how is it that stockings develop ladders when they are rolled up in your drawer??!) I ask the bf if he thinks I will need to wear stockings to my job interview. He answers in the affirmative. I panic for a bit, but then decide that it is not such a big deal as I will just purchase some stockings at lunchtime.
Lunchtime comes and I run down the street in a flash to get my stockings. I walk into a likely looking stocking stockist:
Me: Hi, do you have stockings here?
Her: Ummm… no, don’t think we do.
Me: Uhhh… right
Her: Perhaps you should try the $2 shop
Ok, I know I’m a snob, but I’m NOT wearing stockings from the $2 shop. I’m just not! I give her an odd look and walk out.
I try the chemist:
Me: Hi, do you have stockings here?
Her: Yes, just this way
shows me a wall of pantyhose
Me: Uhhh… you don’t have any actual stockings do you?
Her: Oh… no, actually we don’t.
I try the corner store:
I walk down every aisle, and twice down the one with tampons. There are no stockings.
So it transpires that I am stockingless… for my interview with investment bankers. Do you think I’ll get the job?
posted by Jemima @ 1:29 pm
