Salient points from this afternoon’s exercise, in no particular order:

• I did not fall down in my super-fantastic boots.
• The person who interviewed me was not wearing shoes.
• The job is even better than I thought.
• The salary is even better than I’d hoped.
• The phrase “You bring to the table many skills that none of the other applicants have” was said three times.
• The benefits are not to be believed.
• At the end of the interview, I was asked to please be ready to come back next week and meet the rest of the team.
• At the end of the interview, a small shaggy pony, or perhaps a large friendly dog (very difficult to tell), bounded in and sat on my feet.
• At the end of the interview, in spite of everything I believe about not getting my hopes up (again), it was suddenly crystal clear to me that God works in mysterious ways.

Or, a sampling of the reasons I am really not equipped to go on job interviews.

1) Is it better to:
A) Go au naturale, rather than risk being obviously scented, or
B) Wear a little perfume, so that when I get nervous and sweat I still smell good?

2) Is it preferable to:
A) Wear my new boots, which are oh-so-chic and killer hot, but I am also fairly likely to trip in, or
B) Wear my less chic, less new, but less-likely-to-stumble standby pumps?

3) Will my resumes printed on blue paper cause them to:
A) Remember me, both because it’s nice stock and matches my shirt, or
B) Laugh behind my back because, dude, my resume matches my shirt.

4) Was ironing my blouse:
A) A sufficient offering to the employment gods, or
B) Just one more waste of time I’ll be pissed about tomorrow?

5) Right now, should I be:
A) Sitting here doing this to soothe my nerves, or
B) Getting dressed and leaving?