A clown going to a funeral

I went to a job interview today. Not really my thing, but I need to work, so I gave it my best. It was quite hot outside, and I was wearing a heavy suit. I don't like wearing a suit except for a big evening, it's just not like me. It's uncomfortable and if I walk a lot (like I did) my feet are literally killing me. I especially dislike it on a hot day, when you feel like you are dry like a Sun-Maid raisin, or a sun-dried tomato. My face was red when I got back, so I guess I looked a bit like a clown going to a funeral. I sure felt like one. There is just something clownish about wearing a suit in a hot day.