Two nights ago, for the first time in my life, I actually had all the clothes I needed for a major job interview.  This was a radical departure from my usual M.O. that involves code red, freak outs the night before the big day.  Or so I thought.  I tried the pants on and found the shirt but when I went to put a tie on tonight, I discovered that I can’t button the neck.  Son of a…  I’ve always had a disproportionately large neck for my body type and I must have grown a 1/4 inch or so since the last time I wore a shirt and tie.

Luckily, the interview isn’t until 1:30 so I have some time to get another shirt.  If Amy doesn’t strangle me first….