It's a new summer, boys and girls! With my new and questionable amount of spare time, I'll have no excuse to slack on the blog anymore. So here's to another summer of hanging out, working, partying and blogging.
But what shall the topic of my first entry in months be?
Hmmmm...I guess I'll announce that I got a job today!!! And by job, I mean an internship, and by internship, I mean an unpaid internship. Which means I still have to find another job for income. But never mind that...I'll figure that out tomorrow. For now, I am officially the sales/marketing/everything else intern at a publishing company. Wooo!!!! It was probably my sweet high heels that got me hired, seeing as my interview was at 9 a.m. and I haven't woken up before 10 since...well, I don't even remember. I'm just glad I got through the interview because those are scary. Oh! I have my own cubicle. Eeee!
Now, anyone who has been on a job interview knows that there are many things to stress about before hand. How will you describe yourself? Is your resume done? How will you answer the questions? I find, however, that by far the most stressful aspect of interview preparation is you outfit. Dress? Shirt and pants? Skirt? Crap! This one is wrinkled. Do I wear stockings with this? Which pair of shoes? Are these too casual?
Ugh.
For some of us, our mothers are there to make outfit selection 100 times more complicated than necessary. This involves going to Brooks Brothers with mommy dearest so she can play Barbie and dress me up in all sorts of button down shirts and slacks (not pants, they are slacks). When I looked in the dressing room mirror at my Brooks-Brothers-made-over self, my mom told me how great I looked, but I thought I seemed about 30 years older. I really liked the tailored shirts, but the slacks are going to have to wait. I'm in no rush to wear zippers up to my belly button.
We didn't buy anything at Brooks Brothers. Too expensive. I settled for a dress from Forever 21 that I already had, auburn leather heels and my hair back in a bun. Voila!
Voila*
ReplyDeleteThanks for that. I didn't want to end the post with a violin-related instrument.
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