I flew into London the morning of my interview, only to find that my luggage was on the next flight. Normally not too much of a problem, except that a) I had to start a final round of interviews for a banking position in two hours and b) as it was a 12 hour trip, I was wearing sandals and shorts.
The original plan had been to hit a shower at the ariport, shave, put on a cleanand spend the train ride in, plus an hour, polishing answers for the coming barrage of questions over the next 4-6 interviews.
Instead, I spend half an hour waiting in line to be told that the airline will pay for ancilliaries, and to fill out a form to have my bag shipped to me.
Forms completed, I hustle to the Heathrow express and cram two hours of polish into a 20 minute ride. Hit a Boots in the Tube and get to the station near my final target, I see a mall two blocks in the other direction. Avoiding the 'clubby' shops, I find a TM Lewin, walk up to the guy on the floor and say "are you on commission?, cause I'm going to make your morning".
I pick a, , belt, and the cheap silk cufflinks, always thinking back to the idea that you really shouldn't wear cufflinks until you earn more per hour than a McDonalds shift manager. Then I find out they don't sell shoes. Ok, I get them to steam the and put a temporary hem in the pants so I can get moving. Downstairs, first shoe store I walk into, decent shoes, fine, get the girl's attention, can I see these please. Oh, you don't have socks, shit. Next store, do you sell socks? shit. Next store, do you sell stocks? shit, who sells socks. Try the Banana Republic upstairs.
Now we're down to 30- 45 minutes and I still haven't shaved. Run to Banana republic, people looking at the funny guy in sandals and shorts running. Boom, got socks, back down stairs, boom, shoes, back to the main floor to get my.
"That'll just be another ten minutes", great, I've got 15-20. Outside, looking for a bathroom, fuck it, shave on the street by a fire exit. More people looking at me funny. Not worried everyone I'm interviewing with should be working anyway.
Go in to grab my, in the change room I look in the mirror and see I've made a bloody massacre of my face. Bleeding heavily from at least eight spots. Oh Fuck. Use the I'm wearing to wipe up the blood. Pants, socks, shoes on. Wipe the blood again. Get all my other stuff put away nicely so it'll fit in in my on bag in the interview room. Wipe the blood again.
Now I have two minutes to be at least four blocks away, wipe the blood. Fuck it,on, tie on, jacket on, wipe the blood. Fuck, it's all over the collar. Out the door, running down the street, phone buzzing, its the recruiter checking to see that I'm coming, fuck, I'm late. Did I mention its raining.
Ok, inside, find the visitor centre, only five minutes late, walk in, bleeding, soaked, bags in hand, MD is standing there looking very un ammused. Commence getting grilled by three different VPs/MDs for the next two hours. Cue 15 minute break. Run to bathroom, going to use Tide to Go to fix my, blood soaked through the collar, Tide to Go tip is broken, god damn it. Accept that there's nothing I can do, go back to the conference room and get grilled for the next two hours.
Hit the hotel, sit in my bloodyfor the next few hours waiting for my bags to show up, realize I've been going for the last 30 hours.
After all is said and done, two days later, got the offer.
Moral of the story, regardless of how comfortable you want to be when you fly, fly in something you'd be willing to go to meetings in.
TLDR: Flew to final interviews in shorts, bought a/shit/tie/shoes the morning of, shaved in an alley and bled on my , still nailed the interview, got the offer.