Dude, Where's my Pants!?
Have you ever seen the Ashton Kutcher film, "Dude, Where's my Car?" It's not exactly Oscar worthy but I wonder if my take on it, "Dude, Where's my Pants?" would be more successful in the box office. Only problem: I knew where my pants were. They were at home. Which didn't help me out one bit at 9:30pm when I was in my hotel room in St. Louis wondering how I was going to show up for an interview the next morning without my suit pants. And thus begins another saga in What Not to Do: The Job Search.
I had just gotten back from dinner with two of my hosts (we went to an amazing Italian place in "the hill" for all you St. Louis folks, cough, Jackie, cough). I was exhausted from a long day of travel and was excited to settle in and do some last minute prep for the interview. I opened up my suitcase to pull out my suit to iron it/steam it/get it ready for the big day when I noticed the suit bag felt particularly light. Lighter than usual. I opened it to my dismay to discover I had packed my dress shirt, shoes, socks, belt, tie, and suit jacket but had forgotten my pants! WHO DOES THAT!?! I was like OH NO!!! This must be some sick, twisted joke. What do I do! I surveyed the current pants I was wearing, blue linen, and realized they would not work with my black suit jacket the next day. I immediately went into DEFCON crisis mode.
Thankfully, a buddy of mine from college had just moved to St. Louis not too long ago and was not working that night. I called him up, told him to drop everything, grab any suits he owned and get to my hotel STAT. He obliged. After finding out that wearing his suit made me look like I dressed in Dad's clothes or had just finished a stint on The Biggest Loser, we raced out to Target before they closed at 11pm. My hope was to simply find some black crappy Target pants to wear with my suit jacket. Well, Target doesn't make nice suits and therefore, couldn't find any black pants to match my jacket. What's a guy to do? Drop $100 to buy a grey Target suit to wear to my interview. So that's what I did. The pants were 2 sizes too big in the waist but they didn't have anything else and I was running out of options.
After solving the crisis and it being close to 11pm, the only thing I wanted was a beer. So we went out for a couple drinks before heading back to the hotel after midnight to catch some zzz's. Definitely the most eventful story to date concerning the job search and another story I can add to my growing list of "things-that-aren't-funny-now-but-will-be-later" with the job hunt. Come to think of it, it's already funny...
Cheers.
I had just gotten back from dinner with two of my hosts (we went to an amazing Italian place in "the hill" for all you St. Louis folks, cough, Jackie, cough). I was exhausted from a long day of travel and was excited to settle in and do some last minute prep for the interview. I opened up my suitcase to pull out my suit to iron it/steam it/get it ready for the big day when I noticed the suit bag felt particularly light. Lighter than usual. I opened it to my dismay to discover I had packed my dress shirt, shoes, socks, belt, tie, and suit jacket but had forgotten my pants! WHO DOES THAT!?! I was like OH NO!!! This must be some sick, twisted joke. What do I do! I surveyed the current pants I was wearing, blue linen, and realized they would not work with my black suit jacket the next day. I immediately went into DEFCON crisis mode.
Thankfully, a buddy of mine from college had just moved to St. Louis not too long ago and was not working that night. I called him up, told him to drop everything, grab any suits he owned and get to my hotel STAT. He obliged. After finding out that wearing his suit made me look like I dressed in Dad's clothes or had just finished a stint on The Biggest Loser, we raced out to Target before they closed at 11pm. My hope was to simply find some black crappy Target pants to wear with my suit jacket. Well, Target doesn't make nice suits and therefore, couldn't find any black pants to match my jacket. What's a guy to do? Drop $100 to buy a grey Target suit to wear to my interview. So that's what I did. The pants were 2 sizes too big in the waist but they didn't have anything else and I was running out of options.
After solving the crisis and it being close to 11pm, the only thing I wanted was a beer. So we went out for a couple drinks before heading back to the hotel after midnight to catch some zzz's. Definitely the most eventful story to date concerning the job search and another story I can add to my growing list of "things-that-aren't-funny-now-but-will-be-later" with the job hunt. Come to think of it, it's already funny...
Cheers.
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