It was 1985 and I left school aged 16 hoping to become a crown and bridge dental technician like my Uncle Stephen. I was from the era where Y.T.S (youth training scheme) were implemented and was delighted to be invited to an interview for the position of trainee dental technician.
Unfortunately my wardrobe lacked the predictable interview garments like an "over the knee" black skirt or straight legged black front pleated trousers and with no money or guidance I resorted to raiding my mothers wardrobe. I picked out a truly shocking outfit....a tight fitting black and red "nightclub" number that I thought would surely make me stand out. I teamed it with fishnets,cheap red stilettos and gothic style make up. Not surprisingly my interviewer, unable to show her horror accelerated my interview and I tottered out of the exit in my 6 inch heels with a feeling of doom.
Although one door closed another one opened and i was invited for an interview for the position of trainee dental nurse. This time I attended wearing my mothers waitress uniform which consisted of a plain black skirt, white blouse and little make up and the rest is history.
I am now 42 years old with 26 years of dental nursing under my belt and I've loved every one of them and i still love fishnets.lol !!!
It was 1985 and I left school aged 16 hoping to become a crown and bridge dental technician like my Uncle Stephen. I was from the era where Y.T.S (youth training scheme) were implemented and was delighted to be invited to an interview for the position of trainee dental technician.
Unfortunately my wardrobe lacked the predictable interview garments like an "over the knee" black skirt or straight legged black front pleated trousers and with no money or guidance I resorted to raiding my mothers wardrobe. I picked out a truly shocking outfit....a tight fitting black and red "nightclub" number that I thought would surely make me stand out. I teamed it with fishnets,cheap red stilettos and gothic style make up. Not surprisingly my interviewer, unable to show her horror accelerated my interview and I tottered out of the exit in my 6 inch heels with a feeling of doom.
Although one door closed another one opened and i was invited for an interview for the position of trainee dental nurse. This time I attended wearing my mothers waitress uniform which consisted of a plain black skirt, white blouse and little make up and the rest is history.
I am now 42 years old with 26 years of dental nursing under my belt and I've loved every one of them and i still love fishnets.lol !!!
D Alexander
