i have an interview in an hour. i am dressed to my best, and what happens after i get pulled in to a 9:30 meeting? my pant leg gets caught on a file drawer that someone left slightly open, and I tear the seam of my right pant leg, just below the knee.
thank the dark powers i keep a sewing kit on me. further props to my dad’s mom for teaching me how to sew. the seam is not perfect, but it will last the day, and the lines of the pants are not thrown off unless you are right up on my business. i would hope, in the case that someone were that close to my pants, that means i not only got the job, but was being offered a signing bonus of lascivious origins.
happy hump day all.
