to be mortified and feel like Bridget Jones

[SlightlyJaded]

In a rush this morning.

School run then a 'chat' with someone about work. Not an interview per se but first time we've met (apart from a previous quick introduction) to talk about possible work thing...

Typical Monday morning: Me yelling for people to get ready, DH rushing/ironing shirt for work, DD refusing to brush her teeth because 'the white might come off' and DS wandering around, hair sticking up fiddling with bits of lego.

Get to school in the nick of time but only as I am sans make up. But I have had the foresight to throw a few bits in my bag to apply in the car.

I haven't had time to moisturise or anything and my hands feel dry as well. I know that next to the cafe where I am meeting work person, there is a nice pharmacy with lovely skincare ranges inc testers, so with 5 mins to spare, I park up and head in their to 'test' a bit of hand cream and moisturiser (plan is to then go back to the car to put on minimal make up rather than go to the cafe loo as person might be there already).

Head for skincare, grab hand cream, squeeze greedy generous amount into palms and start rubbing.

It is a coarse exfoliator

It is also very greasy.

No tissues, no way of washing hands

So I now basically have hands slathered in oil and grit.

And then for some UNKNOWN FUCKING REASON I WIPE MY HANDS ON MY CHEEKS. WHY??????????????

Desperate, I try to 'dilute' sand hands and face with actual moisturiser which basically just spreads it about more.

I am now also 5 mins late.

Leave chemist, go to cafe in hope that I can get to the loo and de-grit myself but no, person sees me, stands up in greeting and I am forced to shake hands, smile and start chatting as thought I had shiny hair, full make up and soft hands instead of hair with blatant bits of sand in the hairline, a sheen of oil and grit on my face and hands absolutely slathered in exfoliator

I even left grains of the cup every time i picked it up.

By the time I had relaxed enough to get to the point where I could have maybe explained it away as a funny anecdote, it was far too late to mention it.

Home now. Am completely mortified. And grainy.

He will think I am mad won't he?

I admit it was up there but I am old so it is one of many memorable moments. You will not be surprised that I didn't get the job

I am old experienced

lol helena!

And OP too.

OP, maybe he thought you were so clever and good at your job you were unconcerned with such shallow things as hair and make-up.

Possibly Dozer

But surely 'unconcerned' is one thing?

Slavered in greasy sand is another

Still cringing FWIW

Ha Ha ha - very funny! hope you get the job OP. Exactly the sort of theing I do.

Went for an important interview with the bank about setting up a business account. Had got ready in a mad rush but thought I looked smart enough in black trousers, white shirt and little black cardigan - til I got home and realsied I'd had my cardigan on inside out - all labels and washing instructions very visible and seams like ridges down the sides,

Brilliant! Once the heel of one of my expensive (but clearly shoddily made, thank you Hobbs, grr) shoes napped on the way into an interview. Had to lurch into interview and explain own odd gait to the panel, managing to make self sound like a prize chump in doing so. No job . Hope you get yours, though, you deserve it after going through all that!

snapped, not napped. Sigh.

jaded you must come back and let us know if you get any feedback or actually get the job.

He said he would call in the next couple of days Jax

I fear my scary handshake at the end may have sealed my fate.

maybe you have started a new trend - I shall ask DH when he is out and about tomorrow to 'test' handshakes for gritty sandy oiliness.