shoes- urban outfitters
oxford- old navy
pearls- sierra trading post
glasses- warby parker
YOU GUYS! Today was a much better day. I had one job interview in the morning that went spectacularly better than I had expected, and then, as soon as I got home from the first interview, I got a surprise call from a staffing agency I had put an application in to. The very nice man wanted me to come in "for a chat" in like an hour and a half! Listen, I know calling it a "chat" instead of an "interview" is the oldest trick in the book, but this little lady bought it hook, line, and sinker. And I am not ashamed of that.
On top of that, I executed an awesome parallel park and I am feeling pretty good right now. And I think I might be able to convince Boyf to go out for Thai, since the last time I said I was going to do that we all ended up ordering in calzones instead. Oh, what a bummer...NOT.
As soon as I get a job offer, I am going shopping. I have some great office basics. I have interesting blazers up the ying-yang. (Yes. I just said "ying-yang." I am your embarrassing aunt. Deal, people.) I have skirts and two great, basic dresses. But what I am sorely missing are shirts. Guys, I am just not good at shirts. I think it might come from having big boobs, but half the time my instinct is to hide them under a teeshirt. As a result, my collection of collared shirts is gasping for breath. My big-girl wardrobe rides too much on the pictured oxford. Guys, I was ten pounds heavier when I bought this thing. Also it is like four years old and has sweat stains under the arms.
Long story short, as soon as I get a job I am buying new button-downs that fit. And some of those great stretchy ponte pants from Ann Taylor that these girls are always raving about. And also some sweater tights. Ooh and maybe some of those fleece-lined tights. Oh and maybe some heels that I can actually walk in. BUT THAT'S ALL. I do have my limits, sheesh.