Ready or not

This is the point when I should devolve into a Bridget Jones style diary entry in self-pity. (Alcohol units: 0, Smokes: 0, Chocolate/Caffeine: None yet, but it's early...) The only thing worse than the actual job interview is getting ready for the damn thing. My current job is fairly casual. We deal with old and crumbly books a lot, so wearing business attire is really a bad idea. So now I have to change gears for the interview in complete business suit and dress shoes. It's enough to send me to the ice cream section after the interview and find some Breyer's chocolate...