wearing thin

Apparently the on-campus interviewing sequel season is stressful enough for the ordinary, resident, nontransfer student that my new law school recommends a courseload of only three classes in the fall term.

Add "living out of a suitcase" to this, and the personal energy burn rate goes off the scale.

Today, after two separate occasions where I actually wore the thing in public without noticing, I took off the jacket from my lucky suit and was appalled to spot a huge bleached-white stain on the navy lining. How it got there, I have no clue. I carry no bleach in my suitcase. The dry cleaner swore he had nothing to do with it, but is in any event attempting to re-dye the lining right now in the interest of customer service.

At least it's only on the lining. At least it doesn't show through. I should count my blessings here. The suit is still perfectly wearable. It's not as though I went through interviews with a great white bullseye between my shoulder blades.

Or maybe it is like that.

I need a home and a closet and a place to hang my goddamned interview suits.

thus spake /jca @ October 17, 2003 01:00 PM | TrackBack