Sunday, November 11, 2007

Start spreadin' the news....

Do you ever feel a bit silly when you’re improperly dressed? I don’t mean when you’re wearing a Hawaiian shirt at a business meeting or a ball gown at the beach; I mean when you’re, for example, wearing open-toed shoes on a chilly day in a highly fashion conscious city. Well, I was wearing open-toed shoes on a chilly day in a highly fashion conscious city, and I felt a little bit silly. There was not much to be done at that moment to prevent this minor fashion faux-pas, as I had suddenly been called into the city for an interview, and my only shoes were:
-sneakers;
-tall, black winter boots; and
-open-toed black slides.
I might have worn the boots, but, due to their height and furriness, they looked awful with the particular pants I had on. The pants were another issue. When you’ve spent most of your life as a t-shirt and jeans kind of girl, and when you’ve spent the past 3 years in the kind of work that would tame even the strictest of formal dressers into a casual denim loving fiend, you don’t have a whole lot of pairs of nice pants. Perhaps you have only one pair. And perhaps that one pair looks ridiculous with your tall, black winter boots. And thus I came to the conclusion that the open-toed black slides were the lesser of the two fashion evils.
Dressed and shod and bundled in my heavy winter coat (The coat, at least, I could be confident in. Probably the most fashion-conscious of all the girls with whom I had worked in Romania had told me on several occasions that “it makes me with the eye,” which, when translated a little less literally into English, means “I wouldn’t mind if I had one of those myself,” and so, if she had liked my coat, I could rest assured that it would do.), I made my way from the house in the Bronx to the subway, and then from the subway to 5th Avenue.
I was nervous. I’m usually nervous when I do new things, and job interviews fall under that category, but my nervousness was directed more towards the prospect of actually getting this job, rather than making a good impression at the interview. If I didn’t make a good impression, so be it. I may never see these people again, and I’d get another job somewhere. But if I did make a good impression, and if I did get this job, who only knows what sort of stupid things I may do while training? Might they regret hiring me?
All too quickly I forget the lesson that worrying will not add a single moment to my life.
As I sat with my potential supervisor while she went over my application, we considered how remarkable it was that:
-I had spent three years in Romania, and her best friend is Romanian;
-my former employer’s address is in Ramona, CA, and she, having lived in California, knows exactly where that is;
-we both live quite near each other in the Bronx; and
-she’s been to, and loves, Maine, my former residence.
By the end of my interview, I was hired as a bookseller in the middle of Manhattan.
Time to go shopping.

7 comments:

Suzanne said...

YES! I was only the 4th viewer of your profile. ;) Congratulations on the job!

Deborah said...

Sarah - Esti tare. =) Ai scris foarte frumos! Si am raz cu voce tare stiind exact cum t-ai simtit si, de fapt, cu ce t-ai imbracat. =) Te iubesc!

Sarah G said...

Sarah, this was great. Totally covers how I feel about interviewing and the whole process! I whole-heartedly agree - you are not alone. Congrats on getting the job!

Diana said...

congrats on the job! keep me on your list when you post new blogs!

L.Mo. said...

Your first blog concerns the importance of shoes. I love it!

Jenny said...

Sarah, Sarah, Sarah....What a great story!! congrats on the job! Did I ever tell you that I love how you write? Hey, I have a great idea...maybe you could write my next newsletter...I'll send you all the facts and you can turn it in to something great!!! Miss you bunches...especially drill sergeant! Love, Jenny

Sarah said...

I love it! Congrats and good luck with the shopping! :)