rollin in the dough
all the hard work, all the pain and suffering, all the waiting and the sweating it out, i am an anthropologie girl! it all seemed so wierd...the manager asked all four applicants (group interview) silly things like "describe your style" and "how would you motivate your team members" and don't let me leave out the "who is your fachion icon?" question. i answered honestly. i told them i think purple and green match and i love to wear t-shirts jeans and heels, motivation comes from yourself and it spreads (if not, nothing can be done really...)and that my fashion icon is my mom because she taught me how to shop. they'd never heard anything like that before. i know this because the manager told me. (by the way, they summarized my "style" into one word: eclectic. ha! my response was "sure. i guess."
i honestly don't know how i got this job.
was it my stunning good looks, charming personality, witty remarks and fashionably trendy personal style? nah. dumb luck and a good handshake i'm guessing. word to the wise: always go with your instinct. i felt no need to impress any higher authority or lie about my incessant absences. Personal Shout-Out: thanks again annah, for the good luck wishes. ya done good by me. you're like, my luck dragon or something.
i honestly don't know how i got this job.
was it my stunning good looks, charming personality, witty remarks and fashionably trendy personal style? nah. dumb luck and a good handshake i'm guessing. word to the wise: always go with your instinct. i felt no need to impress any higher authority or lie about my incessant absences. Personal Shout-Out: thanks again annah, for the good luck wishes. ya done good by me. you're like, my luck dragon or something.