My closest friend at work applied and interviewed for the same position that I did. At the beginning of this process, we high-fived and wished each other luck.
Neither one of us made the short list.
Today, we met to celebrate Loser Lunch.
My friend's signature scent is Coco by Chanel and it is beautiful on her. She wore it frequently until her husband recently told her it smelled like an old lady.
Note to men: This is Always a Bad Idea.
Even if she gives up her favorite perfume for you, she will think you were unfair and will be predisposed to criticizing your personal hygiene at the very moment you want a little nookie.
My advice? Don't go there.
After all, football fields exist between womanly, sophisticated (as in Coco) and old lady. Yes, Coco is a bit spicy, with an oriental feel, but it doesn't make you reach for the gas mask or hold your breath until you find the balcony.
Think Opium's younger, introverted sister.
Making the most of Loser Lunch, sans Coco, we hashed over the details of the first interview and speculated about who will become our new boss (we now report to the same administrator).
Both of us have already begun to strategize our professional futures, knowing this position is off the table, at least for now. We agreed to be there for each other as we let go and move on.
Tonight, when I got home, I dabbed from my sample of Coco to remind me that friendship shines brightly even in foggy times. Old lady?
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