Ugh

I have a job interview tomorrow. Pretty significant right? Looks like I'm just selling stuff to people on the street, like a flyer person or something, but we'll find out tomorrow. Downside - I didn't have a suit, so my nan took me to get one. Boy clothes shopping. The most boring thing in the world. Not to mention the dysphoria of using the wrong fitting rooms, having to shop in the men's section. I have a small waist, small hips, relatively small shoulders. Male clothes don't fit me. They're too big, proportioned wrong. Female clothes fit me snuggly. Size 10 womens? Can't buy an equivilent in men's easily apparently. Oh and as my nan was buying, she absolutely ignored me when I suggested we have a look at the women's section for something that would fit. I saw so many nice girl clothes, and got lectured for looking at them by my granddad. So many lovely outfits that I would have so bought if I had some spare money, and I was on my own. But no. I got home and cried. Suit shopping for a bloke - bleh! I mean, dysphoria was that bad. I just wanted to curl up and cry while I was out, but had to keep it together for two hours.
Still a bit teary. At least this marks the possibility of making more money than I am on jobseekers. More money, sooner I can move out. Sooner I'm living full time, sooner I'm progressing with things. I can't take the job if it's purely commissions, but the email I got from them said there's a flat rate...

Anyway. 'scuse me while I curl up.