Will it be a union shop that I will find unbearable? Will it be located in an outright dangerous neighborhood? Will I be left with no security card outside in the dangerous neighborhood - waiting for the guard who is supposed to be on duty but has disappeared? Will it be full of disgruntled workers? Will the manager change my shift on me via cellphone while I'm on my way into work - after having jumped through hoops to get the kids watched? What horror awaits?
We won't know until next week.
Assessing the 'interview clothes'. Not good. I am quite a bit chubbier these days. Maybe moreso since we quit smoking. I'll stuff my rearend into that black skirt with the plum blouse wrapped around the top of me. My little fence-climber heels. I haven't had the time to get my hair properly cut, been doing the bangs myself. (horror!) I'll twist my way-too-long hair into a knot, throw some makeup on (I think my makeup is in a box in the garage somewhere...), and hit the road Wednesday very early in the a.m. Oh, dear.