The problem with third interviews

Well, Creighton has called me back for a third (!) inter­view. The first time i met with the direc­tor of the group I would be work­ing within. The sec­ond time, I met with my poten­tial co-workers, the VP in charge of Aca­d­e­mic Com­put­ing, and a man­age­ment con­sul­tant work­ing with the CIO regard­ing new hires. This time, I am to meet with the CIO himself.

And there is one, all impor­tant prob­lem I must over­come. No, not Aidan’s ill­ness, we’ll trade him off on my way to the inter­view. And not my own bud­ding ill­ness, I’ll just sol­dier through and politely not shake hands. And not my shaggy mien, as I’m sure I’ll find some time some­where to shave and shower. No, the prob­lem is this: I don’t have a third inter­view out­fit. Actu­ally, I barely had a sec­ond inter­view outfit.

I expect I’ll cob­ble together some­thing I’ve already worn once. And then, if I get the job, I’ll go shopping.