I delved deep into the darkest depths of my wardrobe. I rummaged around, feeling fabrics, shifting shoes and banishing bags. Finally, I found it. It had been a while, but it was back. My scary suit jacket.
I named it the scary suit jacket not because it's possessed by a poltergeist but because once I was too scared to try it on. I knew I'd added a few extra pounds to my figure and I was scared to try it on in case it no longer fitted me. Alas I was too broke to buy another one for the forthcoming important conference in Barcelona. (It did fit me in the end, hurray!)
It's a well travelled jacket. It has travelled to Cannes, Barcelona and Singapore. It's knocked up a few air miles and witnessed a few sights. It's partied on a yacht in Cannes, listened to my cheering at a football match in Barcelona, and it's visited a safari park in Singapore. It's not led a bad life. And miraculously it still fits me, albeit a little tight.
I wore it to London the other day for my recruitment agency appointments. I wanted to inject the impression that I was smart and business like, by wearing my scary suit jacket.
I met my first recruitment contact in a coffee shop and we discussed my CV, the recession (apparently unemployment figures in the UK are the worst for 30 years, which is not very encouraging), and blogging and photography. Incidentally he is a blogger and a photographer, so as well as giving him the task of helping me find a job we had lots of common interests to discuss. We were in the coffee shop for a long while.
The next agency I liaised with actually had a position for me. So after roaming around taking photographs of London, I wrote my covering letter and applied for the vacancy. I even wrote in my letter that I would be an asset to their company. I think the scary suit jacket affected my confidence levels! Hmmm. Maybe it's not such a scary jacket after all. And I liked the sound of the job and the company. I googled them and they are a successful engineering publishing company.
Okay, okay, maybe it's just a normal 97% polyester and 3% spandex, black jacket. A black jacket which has been sitting in the back of my wardrobe for far too long.
But now it's back. And there is absolutely no reason for me to be scared of it any longer.
Unless of course, it decides to fly around my bedroom of its own accord, chanting evil curses in the process. Now that would be scary....
Scenes from Covent Garden