There was this hiring event. And in order to score an interview, you had to apply via the website. Of course I did, because I am super great at following the rules. I never heard back.
But I did use my sweet Google skills to find out when & where they were interviewing. And because I'm unemployed & so bored that I've started RUNNING (willingly), I showed up.
I mean, what are you gonna do? Fire me?
Really, what did I have to lose?
They interviewed me.
And they liked me.
And wearing my lucky black pointy-toed pumps totally worked, at least for a first interview.
And I felt like a total badass...until two men under the age of thirty called me "ma'am" at the bank.
It's cool, though. The high from this interview will last at least a week & proves that I'm not a leper.