I have pre-written and scheduled this post, because I have a job interview scheduled fairly early tomorrow morning. Well, my tomorrow. Your today. Because my today is your yesterday. (Right?) Unless you are Ray, who is somewhere in the vicinity of Barcelona, which is hours and hours ahead of me, which makes it tomorrow for him while it is today for me. Or something. This is cooking my noodle already.
So today (well, my today, your yesterday) I interviewed at one of my preferred shopping spots. I still don't want to name it out loud yet, I'm so afraid to jinx it. I think the interview went well enough. I borrowed heavily from the dynamic duo I want to be when I grow up when answering some of the questions that I was asked. Hey, Stacy and Clinton haven't led a woman astray yet, and I have no reason to believe that they'll let me down either.
What kinds of things did I borrow from the dynamic duo? Things like "great style can be had at any price point", and how looking good can help a woman feel so much better, how we all have parts of our body we don't like (I hate my thighs but have learned to dress them so that I kind of forget about them), and all that happy stuff the dynamic duo taught me through mah DVR that always justifies my shopping. (hey, it may be my 'justification' for shopping, but it's true as true can be. All of it)
So, after the interview, (in my today, your yesterday) I went shopping for some of this store's pants. Because this store? Has pants that are not bullshit. They fit, off the rack, no alterations needed. And are long enough to wear my heels with them.
At checkout, on a lark, I told the girl "what the hell, sure, I'll apply for your store card", thinking surely the machine would laugh so hard it would spit register tape out its nose. (Hey, I didn't make it through addiction without some damage to my credit rating, all right?)
Um, folks, I got approved.
I added a sweater to the purchase.
Hey, it was all on sale, and I have the money to pay the bill in full when it arrives.
And that is how I went to a job interview and left with two pants, a sweater, and a credit card, Aryka.
Anyway, that was my today, which is now your yesterday because you are reading this in my tomorrow.
Because in my tomorrow, which is your today, I have another job interview. I also hope to hear something back from the interview I went to today, which is your yesterday.
Whatever day it fucking is for all of us, thank you for the glitter/unicorn-cupcake-poop/good-juju flinging y'all have been doing across space and time.
And maybe I can get somebody at the doggie day care to take my picture for y'all so you can see the new pants and sweater, and how I mixed them up with items I already had. Also, you can see why these pants are not bullshit.