Maybe I Need a Pair of Lucky Panties
This morning I had a job interview. I wasn't able to sleep at all last night, which means I'll be crashing within the next five hours or so. Around 8:30 this morning I wanted to go back to sleep, but there wasn't time. The idea of yawning in an interview didn't sound professional, so I thought about buying a hot chocolate on the way there. Envisioning myself balancing my bag, my coat, my portfolio with my resumes in it, all with a hot drink in hand didn't seem like a good idea. Next I considered being a toddler with a tiara and snorting pixie sticks, but realized that sugar highs make my filtering system worse than it already is (and I stick my foot in my mouth a LOT).
In the end, I just took a shower (which woke me up quite a bit) and resolved to swallow any yawns. While I was sitting on my bed futzing with my nails before leaving, I thought of how, in the olden days when I first started working, I'd always get tons of paper cuts at jobs that wound up working out well. It wound up becoming a sign for me, paper cuts equal good things coming. This made me think about how long, how ridiculously long, I've been looking for a job now. Something needs to change. I need a shove in the employed direction.
As I filed my nails, I thought about what people use for luck. Pe
nnies, rabbit's foot, four-leaf clover. Then for some reason I thought of sports, and how if a guy was on a winning streak, there'd be a joke that he wouldn't change his underwear, that they somehow kept the streak going (yes, I see the potential for that joke, and yes, I am specifically not stepping in it). Maybe that's what I'm missing. Maybe I need some lucky panties. I think they should be my Gap ones with the tiny pocket on the left hip. You know, so I can stick a four-leaf clover in there. Just in case the panties aren't enough.
In the end, I just took a shower (which woke me up quite a bit) and resolved to swallow any yawns. While I was sitting on my bed futzing with my nails before leaving, I thought of how, in the olden days when I first started working, I'd always get tons of paper cuts at jobs that wound up working out well. It wound up becoming a sign for me, paper cuts equal good things coming. This made me think about how long, how ridiculously long, I've been looking for a job now. Something needs to change. I need a shove in the employed direction.
As I filed my nails, I thought about what people use for luck. Pe
nnies, rabbit's foot, four-leaf clover. Then for some reason I thought of sports, and how if a guy was on a winning streak, there'd be a joke that he wouldn't change his underwear, that they somehow kept the streak going (yes, I see the potential for that joke, and yes, I am specifically not stepping in it). Maybe that's what I'm missing. Maybe I need some lucky panties. I think they should be my Gap ones with the tiny pocket on the left hip. You know, so I can stick a four-leaf clover in there. Just in case the panties aren't enough.Labels: Pounding the pavement, Work
posted by Green at 1/12/2011 01:20:00 PM
3 Comments:
Someone once gave me a souvenir from his trip to Disney World. It was a window dangle, a wire with a suction cup on one end and a short chain on the other from which a Disney character hung, looking likely he was mid-flight. I put it on my rearview mirror. He was so cute and I was very pleased.
Usually I have bad luck with getting suction cups to stick, but this only fell off maybe 3 times in more than 5 years. Those few times, I freaked out, convinced I would get into a car accident. Nothing happened. When that car got dinged in Walmart's parking lot, when I rear-ended a pickup, when my husband closed the garage door on the hood, when I got stuck in a mud puddle, he was hanging there. I pick sucky good luck charms....
Good luck on the job!
I know your interview is over now, but I hope it went well! Wishing you lots of luck in your job search!
Maybe instead of lucky underwear, you could wear a lucky hairband? Or a lucky bracelet? :) I admit the lucky underwear concept is not appealing to me. (But hey, if it works!)
If I had a lucky rabbit, I would rub its foot that the interview went well.
In college, I had a friend who used to go for a long, sweaty run before an exam. Then she'd go into the classroom and take the exam. Without bothering with trivialities like showering or changing her clothes. Apparently, she considered it lucky to be extremely fragrant during a test. Thankfully, I only sat next to to her once. (But that was enough to sear the memory into my brain cells.)
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