Maybe Bad Luck is a Good Thing

In my lifetime, I've had two job interviews fall on my birthday.

I didn't get either job.

This made no sense to me for two reasons:
1. It was my birthday so I should have had good luck and gotten the job
2. I nailed the interviews. Like, for real. Nailed it.

I recently had another job interview, and rather than have it on the shining day of glory that is my birthday (July 7th, add it to your calendars), I had it on a gloomy Friday in January.

Everyone knows that January is the worst month in Iowa. That might not be based in fact, but the opinion is so strong across Iowans that it becomes fact. That's how statistics work. Wikipedia it.

So since this was January and we're likely to get a blizzard at any given moment, I was prepared. I got up early, got ready, and hit the road early. I was pleasantly surprised to find that my suit dress zipped up, despite eating a little bit too much of Mom's cooking in recent months (chinese and pizza!). I hit the road and found myself near Missouri Valley with an hour to spare. Plenty of time for lunch. I stopped at Taco John's to grab something to eat, and then went to the bathroom. I went to pull up my nylons (the WORST garment ever manufactured and probably sexist. Yea, I said it.) and they ran. Of course they ran. Nylons always run.

And as I bent over to take off my now destroyed nylons. The dress. Split. Right down the zipper. To which I thought "Oh $%!#" (Note: $%!# means an expletive. Keepin' this blog clean!) Thankfully I had a suit jacket to wear over the torn zipper, but there are really few things worse than knowing your clothing is an absolute disaster at the exact moment you need to look like the world's greatest business professional.

I said few things worse. So that of course means that some things ARE worse. Let me tell you about one....

I walked into the building and was about 20 minutes early for my interview. I asked the receptionist if I could use the restroom and she pointed me in that direction.

I then went to the bathroom.

And got sick.

I'm not sure if it was nerves or something I ate or a combination of both (I'm thinking a combination of both) but I now felt terrible, like all I wanted to do was go home, put on my sweatpants, and watch episode after episode of Parks and Rec while asking my mother to bring me 7up and cinnamon toast. But I'm a grown up now (Kinda. See: Living with my parents) and that's not an option. So I told myself to keep it together and went through with the interview. And then went shopping to make myself feel better. And it was basically as effective as the 7up method.


(For those that are wondering, the interview went ok. I have no idea when they'll let me know their decision but I'm not getting my hopes up just yet.)