why?

Why did they ring today?
The only day this week I’ve worn oh so casual jeans and docs to work (because I knew I’d be schlepping big boxes of books around and a girl needs to be appropriately dressed) is the only day the recruitment company chooses to ring and ask that I “come in for a chat” about the new job I’ve applied for.
Drat.
Rush out and buy a lovely new outfit? Hooray! Problem solved.
But there’s that $1000 tax bill with two weeks to pay. Ouch. (No new outfit for me. Sigh.)
I guess I’ll sound the same, docs or not. But I wish I was wearing my lovely ‘I’m a tall person’ (and very confident and capable ie. eminently employable) boots. Or that the teleporter was working properly so that I could quickly go home, get glam, and no one would be the wiser. Stupid teleporter.