i had an interview for a dental hygiene position today.
i've been battling whether or not i should work..
but this job seemed too good to be true
1 day a week, 8-3, a salary i could pay rent for the month only working 1 day a week, 6 miles away from home, jeremy could watch London for all but 2 hours of my shift.
perfect.
oh, how did it go, you ask?
i NAILED it!
felt great about it...
conversation flowed, me and the dentist's views on patient care and treatment seemed to be completely compatible!
booyah!
firmly and confident, i shook the dentist hand and went to grab my purse that was placed on the floor between Dr. Woods and I.
we both looked down at my purse at the same time.
this is what i/we saw as i went to grab my purse
(this picture is NOT an exaggeration!)
i could have crawled under a bush full of ticks and died.
nothing was said.
but i'm about 0.5% sure she didn't see it.
i felt like i was in slow motion as i tried to snag the dang thong and conceal it in someway.
why would i have this at the top of my purse???..
correction: why, not only at the TOP of my purse, but ON TOP and OUTSIDE of my purse??
because the other side had all my interview information on it.
address, time, phone number, etc.
some people use a sticky note..
nope, not me, i use my homemade pg-13 valentines.
screams professionalism.
ALSO, i was looking over my resume after the interview and noticed that i forgot to delete the
"part-time exotic dancer" section that i recently added for another competitive job position i was applying for.
ok, that's not true.. but it might as well be.