Shopping for the future
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I spent about 3 or 4 hours at the D.F.O. on Saturday
One of the most painful shopping trips Ive ever been on.
I need nice work clothes and job interview clothes. I can no longer exist on Threadless tees, ragged jeans and thongs. Potential employers aren't going to dig that. I only barely get away with it now but my lack of money and current girth mean I'm stuck with what I already have and whats left that will fit me.
I have some job interviews coming up, though they haven't given me an exact date yet. Which has me worried that they are just going to fob me off but I'm preparing myself regardless. So my grandmother has decided to invest in some work/interview clothes for me. Its horrible having to rely on your family for something like this but if it goes well and I get the apprenticeship position then its an investment that has paid itself off. No job Ive had in the past has required classy corporate style clothing, if it was a more upmarket job then there has been uniforms. Keeping the same job for many years means my really nice 'interview' clothes have fallen apart and eventually disappeared from my wardrobe completely.
It doesn't help that I ruin clothes quite quickly, either by snagging them on things and ripping holes, my boobs stretching things into odd unnatural shapes or with my flawless ability to spill food during every meal I consume.
So off to DFO was the plan, on previous trips Id always found things I liked and usually ended up with one or two things to take home. With some more money I figured Id bee able to get a couple of outfits without much trouble.
Boy was I wrong.
Firstly and most prominently, my Mum insisted on coming. I'm not sure whether it was to protect Grans money because I apparently can't be trusted or because she just really wanted to go shopping.
Secondly there was the fact she decided to do all the horrible things that mums do when you go shopping.
Ill give you a quick list:
* Yell out your name and clothing size across the store because she has just found something for you to try on.
* Insist you try things on you wouldn't even wear post apocalypse to 'humor her'
* Point out that things look very different on the hanger to when you put them on
* Seek out the same pair of pants in EVERY store, and look incredulous that every pair looks bad on you.
* and finally, Assess every article of clothing on how well it covers your tattoo rather than on its fit and colours.
The other problem was the current stock of clothing was all terrible, the colours were bad and the cuts of clothing were all wrong for my bizarre figure. Each unflattering and too small item made me feel more and more horrible about myself. Seeing myself in corporate style clothing really kinda weirded me out. That feeling will pass but green polka dot dresses and wrap around satin tops will not pass muster.
After four hours I was mentally exhausted and ready to roll up a pair of black pants and shove it down her throat.
I found two pairs of shoes and 1 skirt.
Yesterday I spent 15 minutes shopping and got basically everything I needed. I walked into the clothing store next to where I work during a quiet spell. I found two different but similar styles of top that suited me, fit me and were work appropriate. So I grabbed a couple of each.
A fancy pair of suit pants and the plain black holy grail pair of pants mum was obsessed with? Yup, straight on the pile.
A really classy dressy skirt that doesn't make me gag, why heres the last one in your size!
A pair of everyday work shoes that are super comfy and look pretty hot, sure, they're 50% off!
It was like I suddenly had GOOD CLOTHES KARMA, suffering through last Saturday without lashing out at my mother or random people nearby paid off and the rest of my shopping was completed on my break with so little effort and stress it was ridiculous.
What the hell happened, it cant be that easy there has to be a catch somewhere??
So now I have no excuses for not getting the job except my own crapness.
Wish me luck, for whenever they call me in.
I may have just used all my luck up.
One of the most painful shopping trips Ive ever been on.
I need nice work clothes and job interview clothes. I can no longer exist on Threadless tees, ragged jeans and thongs. Potential employers aren't going to dig that. I only barely get away with it now but my lack of money and current girth mean I'm stuck with what I already have and whats left that will fit me.
I have some job interviews coming up, though they haven't given me an exact date yet. Which has me worried that they are just going to fob me off but I'm preparing myself regardless. So my grandmother has decided to invest in some work/interview clothes for me. Its horrible having to rely on your family for something like this but if it goes well and I get the apprenticeship position then its an investment that has paid itself off. No job Ive had in the past has required classy corporate style clothing, if it was a more upmarket job then there has been uniforms. Keeping the same job for many years means my really nice 'interview' clothes have fallen apart and eventually disappeared from my wardrobe completely.
It doesn't help that I ruin clothes quite quickly, either by snagging them on things and ripping holes, my boobs stretching things into odd unnatural shapes or with my flawless ability to spill food during every meal I consume.
So off to DFO was the plan, on previous trips Id always found things I liked and usually ended up with one or two things to take home. With some more money I figured Id bee able to get a couple of outfits without much trouble.
Boy was I wrong.
Firstly and most prominently, my Mum insisted on coming. I'm not sure whether it was to protect Grans money because I apparently can't be trusted or because she just really wanted to go shopping.
Secondly there was the fact she decided to do all the horrible things that mums do when you go shopping.
Ill give you a quick list:
* Yell out your name and clothing size across the store because she has just found something for you to try on.
* Insist you try things on you wouldn't even wear post apocalypse to 'humor her'
* Point out that things look very different on the hanger to when you put them on
* Seek out the same pair of pants in EVERY store, and look incredulous that every pair looks bad on you.
* and finally, Assess every article of clothing on how well it covers your tattoo rather than on its fit and colours.
The other problem was the current stock of clothing was all terrible, the colours were bad and the cuts of clothing were all wrong for my bizarre figure. Each unflattering and too small item made me feel more and more horrible about myself. Seeing myself in corporate style clothing really kinda weirded me out. That feeling will pass but green polka dot dresses and wrap around satin tops will not pass muster.
After four hours I was mentally exhausted and ready to roll up a pair of black pants and shove it down her throat.
I found two pairs of shoes and 1 skirt.
Yesterday I spent 15 minutes shopping and got basically everything I needed. I walked into the clothing store next to where I work during a quiet spell. I found two different but similar styles of top that suited me, fit me and were work appropriate. So I grabbed a couple of each.
A fancy pair of suit pants and the plain black holy grail pair of pants mum was obsessed with? Yup, straight on the pile.
A really classy dressy skirt that doesn't make me gag, why heres the last one in your size!
A pair of everyday work shoes that are super comfy and look pretty hot, sure, they're 50% off!
It was like I suddenly had GOOD CLOTHES KARMA, suffering through last Saturday without lashing out at my mother or random people nearby paid off and the rest of my shopping was completed on my break with so little effort and stress it was ridiculous.
What the hell happened, it cant be that easy there has to be a catch somewhere??
So now I have no excuses for not getting the job except my own crapness.
Wish me luck, for whenever they call me in.
I may have just used all my luck up.
5 comments:
Shopping for work clothes is the worst, I'm glad you found some decent stuff.
I love shopping for clothes. You get to find new things that are pretty much going to determine how people see you at face-value as you walk down the street. How is it not fun to define that? Geordie, you are a sad-sack. Heather, I am also glad you found good shit.
Well, I wish you every good luck with your new job. New job equals more money equals awesome new work clothes. How is that not exciting?
That's annoying. I am _so_ not anonymous.
I also protest to having an ugly icon. I'm hoping I've fixed that though.
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