Suits

I have an interview for an internship tomorrow. The internship is in LA with a firm called Porter Novelli. The internship is focused strictly on grassroots efforts and campaign development to help California stay green. I'm really, really excited for it.

I have done quite a bit of research and feel as prepared as I can be for the interview. I hate the saying, "You don't know the questions but you can prepare the answers!" That leaves one thinking of every possible question under the sun and trying to think of every positive and negative experience he or she have ever had in the business field. Ugh.

The question was posed in my management communications class today to test critical thinking: "How much does a 747 weigh?" The interviewee is then expected to think of all of the situations: is it fully loaded? How much luggage? Is the gas full? And list weights accordingly... end answer: (you'll want to write this down in case an employer gets sassy and asks you...) 670,000 lbs. There we are folks. If you know how much a 747 weighs, you are in luck -- even with the less-than-par economy.

So, as part of my preparation for the interview I went to Banana Republic yesterday to find a nice shirt to go with my gray suit that I will be sporting for the interview. I got a little distracted with their suits. They are so pretty. The following are my thoughts at 12:35 a.m. on my experience at BR:

(Please sing to the tune of everyone's favorite primary song: "Popcorn popping on the Apricot Tree!")

I walked in the store and what did I see?
A nice black suit hanging on the rack for me.
Business suits are quite the treat... a nice black suit hanging on the rack for me.
I quickly grabbed my size and ran to change; the nice helper said it would look nice on me.
It wasn't really so, the suit exceeded budget!
Sorry nice black suit, you're not on the rack for me.