painful times

so i had an interview for a potential job yesterday morning- well afternoon in fact- at 1 pm. i started getting ready at around 12.20ish as wanted to be efficient, get dressed in appropriately smart good-impression clothes, do make up and hair (what little i have) and be there with plenty of time to park, and be prompt- you know the story of aiming to make a good impression and all. usually i am a fast dresser- im very badly organised, and tend to faff and fart around doing stupid and pointless things when stressed and compressed for time, and am well known for being late, but somehow i thought today would be different, that maybe i had grown up a little, but no, alas i was too premature to be thinking things like that. overall it was fucking redicilous- if anyone had watched me... oi vei. i think my room hasnt seen such mess since... well perhaps last night when i was trying to dress for dinner out, but well you get the point. every smartsih outift/ item was tried on, thrown around, ironed and rethrown onto the floor. the end of the story being that i landed up on the doorstep of the company, looking rediculous after id thrown on anything i could find (due to the stress of lack of clothing and the lateness i ended up wearing anything that fitted) and well, as you may have guessed a little late- as is becoming a usual trait for me. shit. after all that commotion and stress i better fucking get the job- if only to be able to afford better clothes. and many clocks.