04 August, Wednesday

04 August Wednesday, the job interview is twenty minutes away, and I haven’t gotten dressed yet in the clothes set aside. Those thoughts started on the first day since moving into this apartment, having wild dreams of being naked everywhere. Only a fantasy and not based on the reality of showing up to the job interview naked? My Diary wishes me luck! Goodbye for now.

04 August Wednesday at 5:32 pm, Diary! I got the job! I found myself in Wendy’s, eating dinner and feeling elated. Despite not having a formal education, I got the job! The job was what I was hoping for and what they were willing to pay me. I was ecstatic that I had landed the position. However, what I was about to share was almost too absurd to be believed. On my first day at work, and all the days after that, I would be nude.

Halfway through the interview, it turned out to be another dud interview. The interviewers asked if I had anything to do during the interview, and I made the foolish mistake. I said, “Understand that there is no formal education on my resume, experience working at my parent’s company. I would be willing to work for your company in the nude, the buff as my only formal wear at the company.”

The room becomes a chilling silence, expecting to be out the door. One of the female interviewers asked me if I was serious. When I confirmed I was, they asked me to stand up, walk to a table near the door, and remove all my clothes before returning to the interview. Felt my heart pounding with each passing moment, and I did as told. The interviewers were stunned by my decision but didn’t immediately dismiss me.

Instead, they asked me more questions as if I was still fully clothed. They eventually offered me a job as a junior administrative assistant, but with a caveat: I would have to work completely naked in the office. One of us is familiar with the recent changes to the law. Be asking if you are willing to be just as nude with only your identification lanyard when representing the company. At first, I was unsure about this, but I eventually agreed to sign a contract stating that I would be fully nude in the workplace and when representing the company. However, I was committed to my decision and grateful that the company was willing to let me work nude.

I asked if I could have a locker installed to store my clothes when I arrived for work each day, needing to be naked before entering the facility. Later that evening, I reflected on the day’s events in my diary and felt overwhelmed by the experience. I wondered how I would tell my loved ones about my new job and the decision to be unclothed. I concluded by expressing love for my diary and signing off for the night.