I just returned back to my entirely beige office after spending most of the day being interviewed for the oh so coveted job. Everything went extremely well (from my point of view, at least). I did about 5 separate interviews and took a test. I'm pretty sure that I kicked ass on the test and blew away all the interviewers with my extensive knowledge of comma splices and gerunds, not to mention my charm and wit. But the job is not yet mine.
None of this would have been possible without my new high-waisted pants. I bought a grey pair yesterday, and all I can really think about is how comfy they are. (They would look hideous if I had my shirt tucked in though. I'm just not a big fan of that look.) These pants also do a fabulous job at hiding my muffin top. I am a more svelte and streamlined version of myself, which means that they have no choice but to hire me.
I owe all my future successes to these pants.