treat

So on Friday, Chiquita and I tried to "sell" ourselves in Hamburg. It was fun, actually, as instead of nervously leafing through company profiles and picking our brains about potential questions, we went shopping, feasted on waffles that almost made us sick and enjoyed the illusion of being serious business women who are, like, SO blasé about flying abroad in the morning and returning the same night.

In a strange role-reversal Chiquita (ten years younger than me), who's an experienced job-interview-attendee gave me tips on what psycho-questions to expect. Some of those were actually asked.

No matter what will come of our respective interviews, we decided to treat ourselves in the Duty Free shop anyway, each buying something we'd been covetting for years. Me, a special edition eye-shadow and lipstick combo (see pic), she the Narciso Rodriguez Eau de Toilette.