I went in wearing my green cords and a relaxed purple shirt with a dark blue heart in a light blue box. 5 year old faded brown birkenstocks on my feet. One broken sole. Greeted by a man in a suit, man who is very soon to be my boss. In all of 3.5 days.

I hardly said a word. Nodded a few times. Feeling so surreal. A bit shocked still. They have rejected over a fifty other applicants, and it was a process of three interviews. He said to bring the forms back either tomorrow or on Monday, and “See you 8:30 Monday”. One more nod and then a huge grin. The smile in his eyes extended in the direction of his lips and I felt so relieved. I turned around to say bye to a really nice and friendly receptionist who welcomed me onboard earlier.

And then the shopping began…