So, when I take the time to wash it, blow it dry and roll it up in hot curlers, you know something important is going down in the Texas Word Tangle household. Add in a tiny bit of make-up, tasteful jewelry and my nicer (non-frumpy mom clothes) outfit and the fact that I shaved everything I could think of, something BIG was definitely going down.
I had a job interview.
Now, it really doesn't matter who this interview was with. It could have been a big hotel chain, a bookstore, or a clothing store. All that matters is that is was somewhere I have had no experience working. In fact, I have had no retail experience period. So that just makes me a tad undesirable. But, I put my best smile on, but wished I had my kick-ass tough cowboy boots on because then I feel invincible,
and I pulled up my big girl panties and turned off my cell phone (I thought) and strode right in.
The office was intimidatingly nice.
Me: Hi! I'm here to see Dick Jones for the 2pm interview.
Girl at the desk: Um...do you mean Rick Jones?
Me: (crap) Oh, yes, I'm sorry, Rick Jones. Thank you for setting me straight, I must have written it down wrong. (Whew, glad I found out before I met him!)
Girl at desk: (looks behind me) Mr. Jones, your interview is here.
Me: (crap, he's right behind me, no chance he didn't hear that!)
And I turn around to find a man in a suit, with no smile on his face. Beads of sweat broke out immediately on my forehead, and I felt my gut cramping up.
Not the best way to start an interview.