Getting Ready

I was up with Tom this morning. He asked why I was up so early. He who has been so tense every night this week asks me why am I up at 5:00 am. Today we get numbers. Today I go for a job interview. You can go back and forth which one would stress me out more.

I try not to think about the numbers. They are out of my control and will be what they will be. This is only another indicator month. August is the big deal. That is when insurance lets us choose our course again. But if the numbers are pretty much the same as last month, we might start having that discussion today with the Doctor. 1:00 appointment.

This morning I am up early though because of the job interview. I have to try on clothes and see what still fits and what is too tight. Having put on a good 25 pounds and still counting, I have a limited selection of appropriate attire. I do have some lovely clothes, if only they fit.

I have ended up in a little black cocktail dress. One of those dresses that are perfect for every occasion. With a business jacket, it will be fine. I am sorry I have to wear black, but with limited options, I don't have a single suit that fits me any more. If I get the job, I will go shopping.
Of course my skirts will be fine for the job if I am hired, but for interviewing I wanted to be professional.

So I am tossing my wardrobe at 6:00 am now. I realize what a cheap wife I am when I look at all these clothes and realize most of my clothes are goodwill or hand me downs. I have had most of the clothes for over 10 years. I remember when I had a friend come over in Longview. We ditched my 80's business suites with the big shoulder pads and military buttons. That made room for the Mom clothes that I have now.

Now I need 21 century suites. I just got the Nordstrom's sale catalog full of twiggy models. There were some cute clothes, but fewer than there would have been if I was twiggy. Most of the stuff was trendy and would date itself within a year or two. I am also passing the stage of really short skirts. This job wouldn't work with those clothes. Fitting shoes involves a lot of squatting.

I anticipate if I get the job, losing weight. I will be out of the kitchen all day. I don't eat when I work. Sometimes a granola bar, but I have always liked to work through lunch, just take a quick break. If I take lunch I like it to be a real lunch with long hours. Treating myself to a restaurant with a friend. Its been a long time though since I worked, so maybe it will be different with age.
I might need my breaks.

The boys are 12 and 14. I haven't worked seriously since Riley was born, other than that year in Real Estate when Tom was between jobs. I loved Real Estate, but the overhead costs where high if you weren't taking it seriously all the time. When Tom moved us to another state my license was no good. The upfront expense deterred me, as did starting over with few contacts.

We will see how interested these people are after this second interview. My girlfriend told me they like more "mature" employees as their clientele tends to be older also. Not that there is age discrimination, but in this case older is better.

Time to finish dressing, pick appropriate jewelry, and do my face and hair. Its a big day no matter how you look at it.