I can't remember if I mentioned this already or not, but I've decided my newest suit is a winner. When I showed up Wednesday for my interview, the receptionist in the career center had to ask whether I was the interviewer or the interviewee. I got a teensy bit of pleasure out of that. Apparently when I try I look sufficiently put together to pass as an actual professional.
I was there again this morning (but in jeans) for a clerkship interview strategy session and watched the other students coming in for interviews. Most of them looked obviously like students. For the men, it was that they looked so young. For the women, it was their suits. Apparently most women haven't heard of tailors and just wear theirs off the rack when they shouldn't -- their suits were saggy, drooping, awkward, and just generally ill-fitting. And most of them looked pretty cheap, to be honest. I've decided that you really can tell sometimes whether a suit is cheap or expensive. More expensive suits just hang better. The fabric drapes better, the construction is better, and with a little tailoring even someone like me can look fairly damn presentable.
Plus, I was wearing the Red Shoes of Doom. They rock.
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