We dress conservatively at work. Alas, I was 45 minutes into my 70 minute commute and stopping for gas when I realized that the black flats I was sure were in my backseat were actually in my living room. With the other pair of flats I keep in the car for emergencies such as this. A boy scout I am not. And so I wore my flip flops all day, waddling around like a pregnant duck trying to make them be quiet, a difficult feat for a shoe named after a noise.
Tomorrow is my phone interview! I’m very excited. So as not to have all of my eggs in one basket though, I’m still looking at and applying for other jobs. Which means this is how I feel every day: