Sunday, November 11, 2012
Why I Will Never Work in the Fashion Industry
Last week I had an interview for a library aide position. I haven't heard anything yet. If nothing else, I can say I was the most professionally attired interviewee with dress pants, a blouse and a fitted jacket. I also got a haircut about a month ago so I could look a bit more put together and avoid what my kids refer to as "wild, drugged-out hippie" hair. Seems a reasonable presentation to me.
Calypso is also job-hunting. She has an interview Monday afternoon. She is excited and I am glad for her. She was concerned about what to wear. I helped her pick a suitable outfit. It was a bit of a challenge since she spent the last year working on a farm/camp and she is interviewing for an office job. She had gotten rid of most of the clothing she owned which would have been interview appropriate. We still managed to find something, or so I thought.
Today she went to visit a friend's mother for wardrobe advice. She came home with a borrowed Prada bag to carry to the interview. I will spare you my explicit thoughts on the absurdity of a 19 year old with a high school diploma carrying a Prada bag to an interview but to my way of thinking it doesn't seem to convey a need for a job. Maybe I am crazy.
I probably am. I carried all my crap (lunch, purse, sweater, a book to read at lunch) to work in a 99 cent reusable shopping bag for a couple years and was perfectly content doing so. Mr. Lime gave me something more professional looking last Christmas because he thought my shopping bag was a bit sad....and he's the guy who once said the pieces of my wardrobe he most liked seeing me wear were my camo pants and a pepto bismol pink sweater.