On Tuesday, I got a call about an interview for a job, and they wanted me to come in on Wednesday. Fantastic! Then I realized I didn't have many options when it came to interview-appropriate clothing. Then I tried on my black dress pants and saw that they were more appropriate for the club than for an interview (I've gained some weight), and I flipped out. BAD. Luckily, Eric was there to calm me down and take me on a late-night shopping trip (to a big box store--please forgive me--I was desperate), and everything worked out fine.
It's amazing that I have so many pieces of clothing and so little that's professional.
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