Actually, it wasn't really a job interview. It was to see someone about the possibility of applying for some part time consulting, but it was a big deal for me, and I had to go to a proper office in the City and everything.
So I put on the Good Shirt. Filed my nails. Trimmed my nose hair.
That's more like it.
The whole nine yards. I looked...presentable.
Hell, more than presentable.
Ermmmm...
NOW you're talking
So off I go, shiny shoes, decent coat.
I'm sitting in the foyer, and the person I am supposed to see comes over. I get up, big smile. I grab my coat.
By the bottom
And the following items spill out across the highly polished marble floor
About £20 in small change, echoing across the atrium like a Vegas slot machine paying out top dollar
I am going to need a lot more than this to make me look attractive
A used kleenex
Classy
A chewing gum wrapper, wrapped poorly around a huge lump of gum I had been chewing
lovely
A pair of sunglasses which I promptly trod on
Oh Joy
...and a lipstick. Actually, it was a Lypsyl, but it looked like a lipstick.
Arse
did you get the job then :-)
ReplyDeleteWell she was very polite and enthusiastic, but have yet to hear back, so I suspect not!
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