Originally posted by scienceriot
I wore sneaks to my Einstein tour/interview day: they were awesome when I was hauling ass between subway and bus, climbing up stairs, and sprinting around in an almost-late panic. They were awesome on the tour as the other girlies were clomping around in heels, they were awesome when wandering about in the hospital trying to find the office of my interviewer.
They abruptly ceased to be awesome when I completely forgot to get my hot red MJs out of my briefcase, and walked in to the interview in the Sauconys. Halfway through the door: "Oh my god! You weren't supposed to see these shoes!" as I excused myself to the hall and changed at like mach-5.
Yeah, the interviewer laughed, but I can't dismiss it by saying, "And it totally broke the ice!"
It was mortifying and phenomenally stupid; however, I'm going to do it at my next interview on Monday too because ultimately being comfortable for 9/10ths of the day was worth it. The trauma I incurred at Einstein won't let me forget to change ever again!