So, coming as a surprise to almost no one, the third shift gig is starting to wear on me a tiny bit. Don't get me wrong. The company I work for is a GREAT COMPANY. The starting pay and benefits are great. However, due to my own budgetary needs, I need to work 3rd shift, and 1) I'm not sure I like never knowing what day it is and 2) the job is waaaaaaaaaay more physical than this old girl is up for. (If you're short, beware, everything I have to lift, carry, get, use, and put away is stored up over my head.)
Anyway, I've gotten serious about finding another office job. You know, one where I get weekends off like normal people, where two days off in a row is not considered a vacation, and where no one is suggesting I drink wine at 6 AM. (Okay, I'm not completely against that last thing.)
Let me just say I have NEVER had to wear "business" clothes to work. Never. Not ever. Not once. When I was a teacher I wore "teacher clothes" which generally consisted of black twill pants and a polo shirt or a sweater or a denim jumper. (yes, I went through my denim jumper phase. We all did, so hush.)
Once married, I got a job in an office where "business casual" meant black twill pants and a nice top. Once I had kids I worked for a cleaning company...in my basement. When I would emerge to do sales calls, again, black twill pants and a nice top. (Do we see a pattern here?)
Having worked alone in an office where no customers stepped foot for five years, I'll admit that my work wardrobe deteriorated down to sweats and a t-shirt most days.
Thusly, when I received a phone call the other day, setting up an interview, the woman told me to "wear business dress."
Had she been speaking Chinese I could not have been more confused. "Business dress" is not a term I've ever, you know, put in the same sentence as my name.
Undaunted, I went to Kohl's, armed with those great merchandise cards I got when I returned the two pairs of Gloria pants that about killed me, the two white polo shirts that are, well, white polo shirts, and the Sketchers shape ups that nearly destroyed my feet in one night. (I didn't have a receipt, so Kohl's gave me merchandise cards. I love Kohl's!) Bonus, I brought along Hubby, who brought along his Kohls' card and a 30% off coupon.
I pointed out three perfectly suitable outfits in the "business section" and told Hubby I was now going to find those outfits in the "fluffy girls" department.
Yeah, right. Sorry, Vera Wang doesn't design for anything above a very small 14.
Kohl's Fluffy Girl department isn't great. I shop there more than any other store because 1) It's a mile better than just about every other discount big box store and 2) the price is usually right. But someday I might have enough money to go look at the miles and miles of pretty fluffy clothing at Macy's or Boston Store, or, dare I say it? Lane Bryant! (Or, I know you're all saying, I could just lose the darn weight!)
I pulled a couple dresses and a very nice pair of dressy pants and some tops and headed to the trying on room. (my first mistake. I hate those stupid little rooms. It's like getting naked in a closet...a closet that's really over lit and has been used by about 10000 other people who may, or may not have left stuff behind.)
|Yes, I'm only a size 16...not I'm not expecting. Why do you ask?|
So I tried on the pants. Again, since this is SUMMER, apparently those who work in "business attire" are allowed to wear shorts or something because just finding a full length pair of pants was a challenge. But I had a nice Dana Buchman top (I'm saying these names like I have any idea who these designers are. I don't.) so I picked up the corresponding pair of black pants.
The top, for the record, looked great.
The pants, on the other hand...well, they were essentially pajama pants.
I looked in the Misses department. There are no jammies there. Thin women are not supposed to wear pajamas to the office. Why are designers making fluffy women do so?
And not only were these pajama pants, they weren't even flattering. Again...they made me look like I was a foot shorter and four sizes bigger.
I'm not going to lie. I was enraged. Bigger women work in offices, I've seen them. And they have nice clothes. Then again, maybe all the big women I've seen are really just a 1x but because of the way the clothes look on them, they look bigger.
Maybe there is no obesity problem in this country...maybe it's just that those of us who aren't a size 6 are forced to wear clothes that amplify our extra size.
|See this suit? Don't I look ready for business? Smart? Successful? Well, big girls, we don't make this outfit in your size! EVER!|
|Hey, plus sized girls: NO SUIT FOR YOU!|
So I had a suit top, a top to go on under the suit top, a pair of pants, and an interview bra. All I needed was...
Oh, what, you've never heard the term, "interview bra?"
Well, my friends, an interview bra is, as it is called, the bra you wear to interviews. It's maybe not the most comfortable bra you own, but it points the girls in the proper direction. Who is going to hire someone for a detail oriented job when the interviewee can't even keep track of which way the girls are pointing? The interview bra doubles as the concert bra, the difference being that one does not wear a t-shirt over the interview bra. One wears a nice top and then a suit top of some sort.
I had the interview bra, the top, the suit top, and the pants. All I needed was the black shoes.
I know, those of you who know me know that I have 1) a ton of shoes and 2) a half ton of black shoes.
But I needed specific INTERVIEW shoes. Shoes that made me a little taller. Shoes that didn't howl "I've given up on dress shoes and this black sport type shoes is as good as it's getting."
I found a nice pair of slip ons that had a bit of a heel, didn't seem too "comfortable" and yet didnt' pinch my feet.
Now, the buying part. None of this was on clearance. Okay, everything was about 30-40% off, but honestly, if you're buying full price at Kohl's, you aren't trying at all. Rung up total for this outfit before coupons: $127. Then we had the 30% off coupon, and the merchandice cards.
Yes, you see that correctly. Hubby whipped out $3 in cash and we were on our way.
And will I be wearing this outfit to every interview? Yep. And will I be returning part or all of the outfit if, after about three months, I don't have a new job?
Well, that would be wrong...right? LOL!