So this morning,
just like every other female in the world,
I confronted the eternal puzzle of having a closet bursting with clothes,
and finding nothin to wear.

The only difference is,
I was scheduled for an interview with a well-known publishing firm in the unearthly hour of 9
and my agent stressed on only two words,
OFFICE WEAR.

I gave it a real serious thought.
I threw on a layered crochet skirt tt fell below the knee,
a Baleno black tank,
and my pair of bright red faux patented leather shoes
to add a lil excitement to my boring outfit.

Donning a long-sleeved shirt and G2000 pants never crossed my mind.
Afterall, they're only paying $6/hr.

Apparently,
it crossed everybody else's minds.

The other 2 candidates wore exactly that,
paired with boring black pumps.

Guess who got the job?

Me.

Guess what's the eventual rate tt I'm gonna b paid?

$6.50

I like to think tt I owe my success to the pair of bright red shoes,
instead of my very boring language abilities.
I also like to think tt my decision to accept this pathetic paying job would reap me greater returns in future.

Fine, fine,
So what if I ran into 2 cute ang mos who smiled at me while I was in the lift?
You can't seriously believe tt tt's d reason right?
Or at least tt wasn't the primary reason...

Oh, btw, did I mention tt the 1st interviewer was hot?

I must have died and gone to heaven.

But first,
I need to restock my alrdy bursting wardrobe.

I mean, don't u need new stuff to wear in heaven?