I know I’m the kind of girl who irons wrinkles into clothing, but this can’t possibly have been all my doing.
I was getting ready for the aforementioned interview today. After a good hour of trying to find something to go with my deep purple Oxford shirt (and after realizing I was going to be late if I didn’t just pick something), I set to ironing. Everything was going normally (intermittent swearing and name-calling of inanimate objects, but generally, more wrinkles coming out than going in), when the back of the brand-new shirt shredded. I didn’t leave the iron on it for too long, I wasn’t stretching it, the shirt just fell apart.
Why is it always when you are getting ready for something important that everything seems to go wrong?
Needless to say, I was not in a good mindset for an interview by the time I got into the car, hastily dressed, empty-stomached (no time to eat), and peeved. Luckily, the half-hour drive and some good ol’ Joni Mitchell calmed me down and the interview went alright.
Suddenly feeling an odd surge of sympathy for Janet Jackson.
