Tits Bursting Out All Over the Place!!!

Alternative Title: Not Really... but now I have your attention...

I have a job interview tomorrow... yey me!

It's still admin work (boo) but it is in a nursing home specialising in palliative care - my field of interest (so yey)...

I am apprehensive about this interview... although perhaps not for the usual reasons...

I only sent my CV off yesterday and they called me today to ask me for an interview tomorrow.... now this either means that they are really on the ball, in which case I will probably be a terrible disappointment to them after years of working in a mind numbingly and brain cell destroyingly easy job, once they realise that I am not as nearly on the ball as their head office people seem to be...

Or

They are so desperate for staff that they jumped on the first sad sack who sent in a CV with their name spelled correctly... again not a good sign...

It's a bit like going out on a date and it going fairly well but then they call you 3 times within an hour of parting company just to 'say hi' ... it's a little bit concerningly keen... (unless of course it went 'really' well... then obsessive calling is just fine)

Of course it could just be that they were blown away by the sheer awesomeness and stealth ninja baddassery (thank you Mr Smith - consider yourself acknowledged) of my CV and have turned away every other candidate just for a chance to gaze upon the wonder that is yours truly... but it seems unlikely...

I am also mildly concerned about what to wear... terribly girly of me I know... but it seems that having lost a few pounds over the last few months pretty much everywhere but from my chest (hear the venemous cries of the ladies) has furnished me with a bit more of a porn star figure than is perhaps appropriate for a home for the dying and my white shirt, black trouser, severe heeled shoe usual interview garb may have me looking more like the 'special' entertainment for Mr Jone's one last kick of excitement before he shuffles off than a serious candidate for a front of house post... what do you think...too much boob?

I'll let you know how it goes... I predict... badly....

NB: Please be aware that these are not in fact my breasts... though sweet baby Jesus, I wish they were...so perky and tanned... although I think she made need to get some Vanish on her shirt... looks like she washed it with a red sock!