The Unthinkable

So I sent in this two page response to follow up for the museum job. I doubt the guy who interviewed me will bother to read it in its entirety. But the words are there.

In other news, I have another interview at an advertising firm, so I decided to do something I've been avoiding for years. It's hard to even type it. I bought... a suit. I guess it was inevitable. I just couldn't go into this interview in my khakis and shirt; it's a business-y place. And suits are damn expensive, so I went to Sym's and bought a cheapo, but they tailor it, so at least it should fit right. Some lady sitting waiting for her husband commented about the sweater I was wearing. She said she liked how it looked, and wanted to know where I got it so she could get one for her son. But when I had this fancy suit on? Nothing. Not that I wanted her to tell me how adorable I looked, but it made me continue to be mystified by "suits." I don't think they look especially good, they restrict your movement, they're uncomfortable, and you can't really do much with a suit in terms of fashion. Accessorize with a belt and a watch? What do I look like? A yuppie?