And it’s on paper
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 [...]