I woke bright and early for my interview this morning and put on my new Sears digs. I pulled and tugged on a pair of medium panty hose, also newly purchased. Yes, you heard correctly - medium. Nearly all of the large shirts and pants I tried on at Sears were too big. Of course, the first few were considered flukes, but after 4 trips to the dressing room, I started picking the mediums. So, while at Target picking hose, I read the little chart on the back expectantly, hoping to be in the medium category. Average. Is that so much to ask? Anyway, with a little creativity, I decided medium was the way to go. Ooops. They are a tad too small and I had to resort to an old trick - put a pair of underwear over the hose to keep them snuggly snuggled you know where. Before leaving, I even applied some lip gloss. I do not do make up, so this is about the extent of my abilities. All in all, I cleaned up well.
The first person I was introduced to was a girl about 2 years out of school named Emily. Argh! Why are all engineers her age named Emily? Because of Emilys, I have had to add last names to all my contacts on my phone. When I was a kid, girls were named Jennifer. I remember counting about 10 Jens that I knew on my hand. I only knew one Emily, and she was in my sister's class. Now, it is all reversed. I still have a friend named Jen (with a daughter named Emily) but I have four Emily's in my phone. Only one is my age - actually I like to reminder her that she is 8 months older than me. I guess she was ahead of her time.