A Suitable Venture

I know two things when I leave my first job interview in Houston:

1) I've got a good shot at landing the job.

2) I've got a much better shot at landing the job in a nice suit.

Now, this leaves me feeling a bit ambivalent. Let's face it, it's kind of ridiculous to quit your job and hit the road in a van to discover the meaning of life, only to sell out for a new job at the first sign of adversity. And while I don't feel like getting a job to keep the project is really selling out, placing undue importance on said job would be.

Buying a monkey suit solely for a job interview would be the first step on that magical voyage to Selloutopia, where so many choose to settle down and they always choose to settle. But if I don't buy said monkey suit, there's always the issue of possible starvation in the near future.

So I compromise.

I buy a suit...but I buy it at Walmart.

That's right. For less than three figures, you can get reasonably nice slacks, a matching sport coat, a polo shirt, and a tie at everyone's favorite exploitative emporium.

Less than one hundred dollars, and I look like a businessman. Maybe not a very successful businessman, but my prospective employer posted the job ad on Monster.com. How discerning could they possibly be?

And so I find myself the next day parking a football field away from the office, and stepping out of my autograph laden 92 Vandura decked out in a business suit, with my resume in one hand and a wish in the other.

Time to shine.