further instruction needed

Today I had my first interview… not just the first interview of this current job-hunt, but the first interview of my life. It is funny how going straight into the military from college will shape your life.
That said, the worst part of the interview was something of an odd point. It came before I even left my apartment… I walked in front of my bathroom mirror, dress shirt on, and tie looped over my neck, stood there for a second, and went, “Well, gosse, now what?” The last time I tied on a bib… er… tie was… years ago, and my brain simply could not recall how to do it. Thank God for muscle memory.
Ties need to come with instruction manuals, I tell you what.