I have an interview for a job…

I have an interview for a job. After almost giving up all hope of anyone ever thinking I was employable again, I have an interview for a job next Tuesday. And it’s a job I’d actually like to have as well. Frankly I’m astonished. I was having lunch with Mo yesterday and complaining about how my life was a barren wasteland of missed opportunity, when I got a phone call asking me to come in for an interview. Mo insists that it was his influence on fate behind the scenes all along.

This leaves me with a few conundra nonetheless. Should I have a haircut? Need I buy a proper set of (non-suit) interview clothes? If so, where should I find the money for such an indulgence?