No Dry Cleaning

Interviewing for a position at a fairly large company, I was wearing a nice black suite with my favorite red print, power-tie.  I was looking good.  I had my portfolio with three copies of my resume, just in case.  I had practiced my answers to various questions and was ready to make things happen.

I showed up, the receptionist informed me it would be a few minutes before the interviewers would be ready to meet.  No problem, I’ll sit here.

In a few minutes she gave me a badge to wear and escorted me down a hallway with beautiful woodwork and polished wood floors.  I was led into a nice boardroom with a big nice wooden table. Very impressive.

These two guys walk in, one was the VP over software applications, the other one was a director of some sort.  We sat down at the table and they welcomed me to the interview. Let’s get started.

The interview went well.  At the end, I did have one question regarding the dress code; what is the dress code here?  “There’s not one,” one of the men replied.  I asked this question because the VP was wearing beach-ware (heading to the lake after the interview) the director was wearing a Harley tee-shirt and jeans.  Wow, was I over dressed.  One of them said, “they had dressed up because I was coming in and he laughed.” Okay then. What did I expect; after all, it’s a software company.  No more dry cleaning for me.

Published by Kathleen Pielhop - Midwest Mama -Creator

I took over my father’s blog September of 2017 after losing his battle with mental illness. This blog was originally to share my journey through grieving, finding peace, and trusting God in the process...and in many ways is exactly that. This has evolved into life as a family of 4 with 2 dogs, living in the Midwest. I will cover everything from fashion to our family routines. Join us on this crazy adventure!

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