The Cat Ate My Interview Outfit

I know I didn't give birth or anything but I am really, really tired. Like there isn't enough sleep in a night to give me the energy I need for another day. I don't think I am depressed. How could I be with Finn here? But honestly, this job stuff is still weighing on me even if there has been that shift of trusting the unknown. Seriously, if I have to talk about my strengths and weaknesses one more bloody time I might lose my shit.

I'm just saying.

I went to a temp interview yesterday. Lord, please let me land a real permanent position so that I don't have to take that job out of desperation for fundage. I am not the best match for a mutual funds corporation on the 28th floor of a high rise. Sure, the view is nice but I would have to dress up and stifle my personality to work there. Plus, the woman who interviewed me had the buggiest eyes e.v.e.r. and it totally creeped me out. She was kind of like my neighbor, the non-blinker. That was $8 spent on parking I could have used for groceries.

I rushed off to the grocery store after that to pick up supplies for finishing my mom's birthday cake. In between noon and 1:30 I had to grocery shop, drop stuff off at my sister's, make cake frosting from scratch, frost and decorate the cake and change my outfit for yet another interview.

I am about out of interview clothing options. I hate interview clothes! It pains me to stand there staring at my closet forlornly, agonizing over which outfit will present the best version of me and does this necklace overpower the outfit or should I just wear the flats since I tend to look like a drunk in heels? The pressure!

I made it to my 2nd interview of the day- which, if you are trying to keep them all straight was the 3rd interview with this organization and the 1st and 2nd combined for the Events Manager position. I feel like I work there with the amount of times I've had to meet with them. Hire me already! You know you want to. They asked me back for the final interview with a Board member which hopefully will be this week. That's good because as I said, I'm about out of options for outfits. And truth be told, I need a job in the next two weeks or I'm going to be working the street corner on 19th and Madison.

When I got home from my final interview of the day I discovered that one of the cats had decided that frosting was good. They ate a silver dollars worth of frosting off the top of the cake. Buggers! I grabbed them both individually to check their breath and interrogate them. Did you eat cake frosting? How did you get up on the counter without leaving cat hairs on the cake? Did it taste good? Do not, I repeat, do NOT throw up on the $80 Ikea rug!

When I arrived at my sister's house, I went around to the passenger side to unload the cake and flowers. I had the vase nestled in the crook of my arm and the antique glass cake plate in the other. I was holding the plate at the base as I shut the car door when all of a sudden the glass of the plate broke in my hands and the cake I had made toppled over upside down into the gutter amongst the leaves.

You've got to be shitting me. This did not just happen.

Oh but it did. I tried to salvage what I could of the cake sans broken glass and leaves. Luckily, a little bit of it had landed on the foil. I walked up to the apartment door and when my mom, the birthday girl, came to let me in I held it out to her and said, "Happy Birthday!" The cake looked a lot like the mud pies I would make in the backyard as a kid instead of the deliciousness that is Grandma Cake. Oh well. You win some, you lose some. And I didn't even spaz out when it happened. I must be growing.