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Posted by Ilia on Wednesday, April 17, 2013 | Permalink
I'd heard it about going into a job interview. "Dress for the job you want, not the one you have".
So I went to the interview wearing a silk bathrobe. It didn't go well...
Wednesday, April 17, 2013 at 07:45 PM
Oi..the trouble I got in just for bringing a gas-mask to work. Didn't even get to wear it.
Thursday, April 18, 2013 at 04:05 AM
I've shown up at the library a couple of times dressed (in my not so greatly done) TARDIS costume. Does that mean I really want to be a time machine that's bigger on the inside?
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Thursday, April 18, 2013 at 05:57 AM
@TSLC I dunno, it sounds like a pretty sweet gig to me.
Thursday, April 18, 2013 at 07:57 AM
I went to work dressed as a clown. My boss said, "What do you think this is? A circus?" When the pony walked in, I was fired.
Thursday, April 18, 2013 at 09:43 PM
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