I’m too far away from town with its array of barbers and clothes shops so I made a special effort to go in the opposite direction to my nearest hair salon. I think it’s some kind of beauty parlour but I had a suspicion that they might be able to sort me out. I’ll never know now because they were shut.
The best I could do is a shirt and tie from Asda. I’m a stranger to Asda’s clothing section but it’s not offensively bad. I’m going to keep it in mind for 20 years time when I’m a silver haired ‘rad dad’. I’m clean shaven but still have impressive hair.
Ironically my original plan for tomorrow was to collect my various bags and hold alls from storage places and make sure I had all my decent clobber close to hand in case of an interview. Looks like I’ve been well and truly caught out. Damn the internet and its light speed communication.
I’m currently self employed and in survival mode. I only applied for this job as it looks like an interesting, hands on, technical position for a very cool company. It is in the ‘action sports’ sector so hopefully they’ll not be hung up on my cobbled together attire.
I’ll report back when it’s over with, no matter how embarrassing.