Last week I began to look for a part to full-time job. After submitting my resume to a number of places, I had an interview last Friday. As I was planning for the interview, I thought I had some nice skinny clothes in the deep recesses of my closet from 2006; leftovers from the last time I briefly lost a lot of weight. When I went to the deep recesses of my closet, it turns out that those clothes were actually too big or too worn out to wear again … EIGHT years later! What was I thinking?
So I went shopping and couldn’t find crap.
Somewhat late into the evening I went to a kind of expensive men’s store. I was desperate. It was there that I met Murray and Mohamed. Yes, that is their real first names and they had to have been in their 60’s. Both looked dapper in their suits. Murray was a skinny man who looked like he would be the cool empathetic counselor/artistic type of Uncle. Mohamed was all business, small in frame, warm but very intentional eyes. Also, Mohamed had no problem upending everything to get me the exact right size.
They had a lot of folding to redo after I left.
After saying hello and asking how they could help (I was the only one in the store that late) I shared, “I have recently lost 70 pounds and thought I had some nice skinny clothes from the past in my closet for an interview tomorrow. But I found that they are either too big or worn out. I need some new clothes pronto!” They asked me my sizes and I told them that I didn’t know. So like Ninjas with tape measures, we found all of that out. Pants-wise I am currently in the 38 to 40 around the waist range. I grinned really big and said that the last time I bought a pair of jeans they were a waist size 46.
Mohamed, who had been all business to that point kept going about the business of telling me, “Here … you will try these on … OK?!” But, about five minutes after my 46 pants size statement the light went on in his big brown eyes and he stopped what he was doing, looked at me, and with something very similar to disbelief he asked, “Did you say you used to wear a 46?” I said, “Yes, I could barely find any clothes in regular stores.” Mohamed’s eyes got even bigger as he said a prolonged heartfelt, “Wowwww…” I guess he realized that 70 pounds ago I probably weighed 2 and 1/8th Mohamed’s.
Murray wasn’t so great at math (figuring out discounts would later prove to be a challenge) but he could read my body language as if it was his first language. Exasperated with his co-worker, Murray said, “Mohamed, the man doesn’t like black … put the black pants down.” Mohamed, without even looking at us said, “But, he is going to an interview… his pants have to be black.” I had not said a word about what I would actually liked but Murray responded, “Listen, navy blue is just fine… I assure you, he doesn’t like the black.” I spoke up and said, “Yes, I would prefer the navy blue.” Mohamed looked up, “You don’t want the black?” I said, “no thank you.” He shrugged and pulled out some navy blue options.
Then he picked my shirt, belt, and tie and said, “Here … you wear this, God will bless you, you will get this job.”
Yes, sir Mr. Mohamed sir.
I do have to confess that while he was terrible at reading body language, and had an obvious bias toward black pants for interviews, Mohamed had impeccable taste. While I was in the back trying on pants, he whipped up another couple of variations that I could hear Murray’s running commentary tweaking here and there. It was funny. What I loved about these two is that they worked like long-time fussy friends. Watching them try to finagle the computer system to get me the biggest discount possible (because I told them I was not looking to spend a lot of money) was like watching an old-school sitcom. Completely different in appearance and approach but together, a great team. I hope they realize that they really do complement each other very well; that they helped me feel comfortable to know that all the bases of what I needed were covered.
The Murray/Mohamed dynamic is an example of what is true with most people who may have completely different wiring but have the same interests. [inlinetweet prefix=”” tweeter=”” suffix=””]Being intentionally complementary with our gifts and talents assures that common interests and goals are best served.[/inlinetweet] Murray and Mohamed are great as individuals, but as a team in this setting, they shine in a way they might not be able to do by themselves. I felt well taken care of … and entertained :).
I didn’t buy many pieces because, again, it was expensive. Also, I am still 29 pounds away from my final goal so it would be foolish to buy a bunch of clothes now. However, when I do have a budget that can afford that store more often, I will go there just for Team M & M.