I pulled out my interview shoes today, last worn April 2010. Conservative black closed-toe T-strap kitten heels. My mom bought them for me at maybe Kohl's? during my Period of Marginal Employment following graduate school. I wear (cheap) practical flats to the office, and for weddings or parties I prefer footwear that is colorful, shiny, or secondhand-weird. These interview shoes occupy a strange unworn space in my wardrobe - too stuffy for the office, too boring for life. They are like church shoes? So, like I said, unworn. I actually had to dust them and return them to their correct shape this morning when I put them on.
It went well, but, um, here's the trouble. All interviews go well, basically. It's just that one person gets the job, and the other people don't.
I don't believe in meant-to-be but I am glad I didn't end up at the positions I unsuccessfully interviewed for before working here. Rejections get a bad rap, but they help us chart our course, too.
But still, I wouldn't mind shelving those shoes for a while.