Here I am, sitting with my lappy, sipping on cold coffee and typing away. I would like to think I am just like anybody else but with all that goes around in my life, I have learnt to be prepared for the worst. Murphy's Law is basically me.
Yesterday, I had an interview at a University. Like all hardworking students, I left everything for the last day. Scrambling to put my portfolio together, I paid no heed to my clothes. It's not like I had to put a lot of effort into my attire anyway. Interview requires formals and since I have just one pair of formal clothes, the indecision goes right out of the window.
To give some context on why a working professional does not own a lot of formals is because my company (one of the kindergarden companies, also known as startups) does not require formals. Our dress code is casual. They are lucky I don't go to office in sweatpants. Now that would be casual!
I own one pair of black pants, one shirt and one formal coat. Sorted? Not so much. Eleven in the night I realise that I packed my shirt with my summer clothes. Ouch! What followed was me taking out 4 different luggage bags which stored my summer clothes. Alas, the Mystery of the Missing Shirt was solved by the 3rd bag.
Problem solved? Not so soon.
There it was, a huge ass coffee stain on my pale pink shirt. My first thought was to wing it. And I would've, hadn't this interview been so important. I washed the shirt (only the stained part) and fervently prayed that it dried by morning.
"What you shall ask, you shall get."
My prayers were answered and come morning, my shirt was as dry as my love life.
Do my troubles end here? I wish, oh how I wish they did!
In my quest for the shirt, I forgot all about my pants. No, no, they did not go missing but what happened was something far worse. Some context on the pants - the only other time I wore them was roughly an year ago for the interview for this job.
Yes, you know it. Of course. I am so stupid!
*sobs*
*sobs uncontrollably*
My pants didn't fit me!
There you go. I said it. ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
With an hour to go for the interview and no other option in sight, I had had to fit in these pants. I spent the next 15 minutes jumping and pulling and tucking my stomach in as much as humanly possible, to no avail. I still didn't give up. With drops of perspiration on my forehead, I gave it another try and then another try, till it finally happened. I stretched the zip to the limit but alas I zipped it up. *Phew*
"Man vs Pants"
Man 1 - Pants 0
Now, as you know, any battle requires sacrifice. This one did too. With not even a millimeter to spare in my pants, I had to forego breakfast. Just when I started lamenting about missing breakfast, I felt thirsty. Then I had a vision :
"I was at the University, about to be called for the interview when I had this sudden and irresistible urge to pee. Everything was fine and dandy till I had to zip up my pants. Nooooooo! I was trying and trying. Then the interviewer was outside and calling my name. It was my turn and I was stuck in the loo, zipping my pants. I ended up missing the interview for the damned pants."
That just wouldn't do now, would it. So, I decided to forego water as well. I just can't take the risk of peeing. Before leaving I had another fateful premonition that had me keeping my pair of black tights in my purse. Better be safe than sorry.
At the venue, I see some 30 other students waiting before me. Yikes! From 10 in the morning to 4 in the evening, this girl stayed without food, without water and survived. Take that tight pants! I managed without ripping them apart, so proud!
Man 2 - Pants 0
As soon as the interview got over, I ran to the washroom to change into my lovely tights. To whosoever created tights - You are an absolute angel and mankind thanks you!
In my tights I could finally breathe again. Downed a full bottle of water and then proceeded to eat a meal for 4 people. I was myself again.
In this battle of "Man vs Pants" , Man Won.
Until next time,
When my pants fit me again (hopefully),
XOXO
Pearl
💖
Yesterday, I had an interview at a University. Like all hardworking students, I left everything for the last day. Scrambling to put my portfolio together, I paid no heed to my clothes. It's not like I had to put a lot of effort into my attire anyway. Interview requires formals and since I have just one pair of formal clothes, the indecision goes right out of the window.
To give some context on why a working professional does not own a lot of formals is because my company (one of the kindergarden companies, also known as startups) does not require formals. Our dress code is casual. They are lucky I don't go to office in sweatpants. Now that would be casual!
I own one pair of black pants, one shirt and one formal coat. Sorted? Not so much. Eleven in the night I realise that I packed my shirt with my summer clothes. Ouch! What followed was me taking out 4 different luggage bags which stored my summer clothes. Alas, the Mystery of the Missing Shirt was solved by the 3rd bag.
Problem solved? Not so soon.
There it was, a huge ass coffee stain on my pale pink shirt. My first thought was to wing it. And I would've, hadn't this interview been so important. I washed the shirt (only the stained part) and fervently prayed that it dried by morning.
"What you shall ask, you shall get."
My prayers were answered and come morning, my shirt was as dry as my love life.
Do my troubles end here? I wish, oh how I wish they did!
In my quest for the shirt, I forgot all about my pants. No, no, they did not go missing but what happened was something far worse. Some context on the pants - the only other time I wore them was roughly an year ago for the interview for this job.
Yes, you know it. Of course. I am so stupid!
*sobs*
*sobs uncontrollably*
My pants didn't fit me!
There you go. I said it. ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
With an hour to go for the interview and no other option in sight, I had had to fit in these pants. I spent the next 15 minutes jumping and pulling and tucking my stomach in as much as humanly possible, to no avail. I still didn't give up. With drops of perspiration on my forehead, I gave it another try and then another try, till it finally happened. I stretched the zip to the limit but alas I zipped it up. *Phew*
"Man vs Pants"
Man 1 - Pants 0
Now, as you know, any battle requires sacrifice. This one did too. With not even a millimeter to spare in my pants, I had to forego breakfast. Just when I started lamenting about missing breakfast, I felt thirsty. Then I had a vision :
"I was at the University, about to be called for the interview when I had this sudden and irresistible urge to pee. Everything was fine and dandy till I had to zip up my pants. Nooooooo! I was trying and trying. Then the interviewer was outside and calling my name. It was my turn and I was stuck in the loo, zipping my pants. I ended up missing the interview for the damned pants."
That just wouldn't do now, would it. So, I decided to forego water as well. I just can't take the risk of peeing. Before leaving I had another fateful premonition that had me keeping my pair of black tights in my purse. Better be safe than sorry.
At the venue, I see some 30 other students waiting before me. Yikes! From 10 in the morning to 4 in the evening, this girl stayed without food, without water and survived. Take that tight pants! I managed without ripping them apart, so proud!
Man 2 - Pants 0
As soon as the interview got over, I ran to the washroom to change into my lovely tights. To whosoever created tights - You are an absolute angel and mankind thanks you!
In my tights I could finally breathe again. Downed a full bottle of water and then proceeded to eat a meal for 4 people. I was myself again.
In this battle of "Man vs Pants" , Man Won.
Until next time,
When my pants fit me again (hopefully),
XOXO
Pearl
💖
This is one of the most hilarious story!! At 3 am in night, I am laughing uncontrollably!!! Keep it up!! :D ManvsPants!! Hahahhaahha
ReplyDeleteHahaha, damn hilarious.. Keep it up dear and keep smiling always :)
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