Matt told me tonight that I may have to accompany him on a few second interviews. This puts me in a bit of a tailspin, because I've been out of practice for so long, that I may reach over and cut someone else's meat for them at dinner. I'm now trying to figure out what to wear--- and think I may do an Eileen Fisher ballet dress with a pair of black boots. Understated, but a cool hemline, and I can get kind of funky with a necklace.
I have to brush up on my social graces. My last gig was at a software company- where sexual harassment was so de rigeur that you just joined ranks and laughed it off. One of my bosses jokingly suggested during one of my reviews that I should remember what Monica Lewinsky did to secure a good raise. I joked back that Bill had more hair than this individual, and didn't give it another thought.
However, I did become somewhat infamous for my social gaffes. One dinner with prospective clients was particularly painful. We were all studying the menu, and I mentioned that I might try the pork tenderloin. This led into a discussion on various dishes, and I innocently mentioned, "The best pork I ever had was on my honeymoon." After the client cleaned up the wine that came spitting through his nose, I sputtered out an explanation that it was at Roy's in Hawaii. Classy.
Maybe I better stick with a vegetarian dish for this outing.