Well, an interesting thing just happened.
So I just got back from the Wells Fargo across the street from my apartment complex. I put in for the personal banker position the website had, and went over to do an in-person follow-up visit. Now, keep in mind, I'm in my best 3-piece suit (red shirt, chrome tie, black sport coat, and charcoal grey slacks, brown belt and brown dress shoes) - basically, dressed to kill. Well, after I came back, I immediately went to my apartment complex's office to follow up on if my apartment was treated Monday, when the pest control people came, since a paper receipt was not left behind like usual when they come by. (I'd been having off and on trouble with those little tiny pharoah ants in my kitchen pantry, at my bedroom computer desk - where I never eat ever, etc.)
So I walk in and the leasing guy is talking with some other customers, so I have a seat and wait my turn. Btw, the leasing guy is this tall 6ft-3, gorgeous young Hispanic guy, most resembling kinda Diego Sans from Randy Blue...
He finishes up with the other customers, gets up and walks around his desk to me, and greets me, "Hey, Joseph! Wow, you (stumbling chuckle) look great!"
I was like, "Yeah, trying for a job at the bank across the street..."
I'm not gonna lie, it kinda rocked my world that he noticed.
Dammit, I wish I knew more Spanish!!! /facepalm...