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This week was really damn workfull. Hey, new word! Anywho, Oh my god. Step once again had Thursday and Friday off (Officially, I'm converting.) so guess who was the recruiter substitute. Yes, lmao, it was me. And then today, Lucie did not come to work either, because she had her voyage encore. Let me take a day off every time I had my voyage and I'd never be at work. Okay not true. So today I was doing 2 recruiters jobs. Good, merry christmas happy hannukah happy fucking new year to me. Step's candidates are all psycho. Karen/Laura called me once today and emailed me 5 times as opposed to yesterday when she called 3 times and emailed 4 times. "Help me. Get me out of here. I need to use my brain at work. I cannot take this job anymore." or "Nomore" as Step would say. Patty keeps calling her Karen its so funny. She has been since last week when she had the interview with Browns cancelled because she got a job at Domay and started frantically emailing with "Help me" 2 days later. So we sent her to Chateau Lingerie. Step did. Apparently Step has faith in people. Patty and I would've ditched her and blacklisted her as soon as she started emailing again. So she emails every day and calls every day and asks when Jules can meet her and he hasnt been in the office for two days and I thought he was avoiding me so I made best friends with his receptionist and it turns out he loves me. I got Patty to call him because the rule is "If you can't get ahold of someone, anyone, give it to Patty." Because you know you'd better answer when you get "Hi Jules its Patty Shapiro call me back 389-8888" I wonder who is 389-8888. Anyway. So she did. He calls back and says "Tell Andrea that I've been in court and I'm really sorry and she's like the NICEST most PATIENT wonderful person EVER." Sweetie, you wouldn't say that if you heard what I said about you yesterday. Lmao. The point is I've been setting up candidate/client appointments like mad and I get the bitchy "Where are my people. Why did you send me these people" comments. So Patty sent Jules an email with "Karen" as the subject when "Laura" is her name. Rotfl.
But I left at 3 today, Chantal and I went to 433 accessory store and I bought a brooch (Yes, I'm so trendy) in the shape of a Martini glass! And a gorgeous turquoise and topaz choker. And then we went to Gentile. I've converted Chantal. She worships Gentile. We took Eric there on Wednesday. It was so funny. I looked SO good. I'm over the Eric thing, he's non needletrade and he aint rich. Come on, he's gonna own the agency one day. Thats a commitment. And I don't want to be the wife of the guy who owns the placement agency because then I'm just Diane at Kute Knit who's married to Phil and thats just freaking sad. It only works because we're based upon hot slutty girls with brains and Normand. So anywho, Step wanted to accessory store. So we went. Chantal came with. They wanted to look around more and we wanted to go to Gentile. And Gentile is long to order. So the girls say "Well you go with Eric, order and we'll come." So of course thats like asking for gossip. I walk into Gentile with Eric not far behind and the heads turned. I was having a good hair and makeup day and I was wearing something hot, I can't remember what. Fuck now I wonder what I was wearing. Anyway, the men were STARING. OH. It was my grey pantsuit with frilly polka dot v neck crepe top with my silver nine west shoes. And I quote Eric it was "Classy Slutty." It was amazing I was like "ooh, power." So I flipped my hair, batted my eyelashes and then realised there was nowhere to sit downstairs. Gentile was packed. So I let Eric feel like a man and get them to put two tables together so we could all sit. Well. There is this GORGEOUS maroccan guy, maybe 29 years old with AMAZING blue eyes and SPECTACULAR tanned skin hes prettier than ME. We always see each other. And we always he always stares at me but usually I don't feel posessed to stare back. So Eric and I sat next to him. And Eric was talking. And it was like "Blah blah, blah blah, blah blah blah." it was SUCH chemistry between me and that guy it was just insane. He's needletrade and I give him "Sales at Blend" as his type. So hes good enough for me. Its just good to be gawked at. So Eric goes "Umm. Do you see them all staring at you? Its like a meat house in here. All men no women. Where do all the women go?" "Woods." "Well why didn't we go there?" "Because 90% of these men are millionaires and I need a husband, okay?" "They're still staring at you....." Yeah, I know!
So we went there today for Iced cappucinos after work and we sat outside. There were beautiful rich men there. Lmao. It was great. They gawked. I looked like a celebrity on my day off because I had no makeup on and sunglasses. Chabanel is the most amazing place in the world. The expensive cars, the rich men the men to women ratio is like 40 to 3. Sitting outside and watching it all happen was amazing. There were these guys in a Saab with their ghetto hats so I did my "Ou est elle ma Saab OU EST ELLE MY FUCKING SAAB?!" insert maroccan accent. Chantal mocked me. It was really good. Meanwhile its the 8th and my period isnt here and I'm flipping out a little bit, people. Chantal thinks its because I'm just stressed. All I know, is that I would make one TERRIBLE mother. I know, the chances are slim, but I'm a stress head. I'm needletrade everything is an issue for me. The girls from Kute Knit came and had Thursday lunch with us yesterday. So it was me, patty, Lucie, Julie and Martine and Chantal on the other side of me. And somehow Patty started talking about babies and how theyre amazing and I was all "uh no calm toi." and she was all "But its the most amazing thing that could ever happen to you?!" and I was all "Do you really want me on mat leave?" of course they dont know that I could be but they're as psychic as they come so who knows. They got me picturing kids with a nanny that I spend time with once a week and a Mercedes and a "Sales at Blend" type guy but only in 15 years now "Owner of Blend" type thing. It was weird. I feel like I should skip a few years and just be 30 and be me. Because I'm like 40 mentally its not even funny. So I just need to relax kick back and there will be no baby. Even if there is it aint happening because hello, my parents are going to be under the impression that I dont have sex until im 90. So being pregnant would kind of give it away unless you believe in the virgin mary being reincarnated as me. Flipping. Out. Anyway. Chances are slim to none, I'm gonna calm the fuck down now.
But I left at 3 today, Chantal and I went to 433 accessory store and I bought a brooch (Yes, I'm so trendy) in the shape of a Martini glass! And a gorgeous turquoise and topaz choker. And then we went to Gentile. I've converted Chantal. She worships Gentile. We took Eric there on Wednesday. It was so funny. I looked SO good. I'm over the Eric thing, he's non needletrade and he aint rich. Come on, he's gonna own the agency one day. Thats a commitment. And I don't want to be the wife of the guy who owns the placement agency because then I'm just Diane at Kute Knit who's married to Phil and thats just freaking sad. It only works because we're based upon hot slutty girls with brains and Normand. So anywho, Step wanted to accessory store. So we went. Chantal came with. They wanted to look around more and we wanted to go to Gentile. And Gentile is long to order. So the girls say "Well you go with Eric, order and we'll come." So of course thats like asking for gossip. I walk into Gentile with Eric not far behind and the heads turned. I was having a good hair and makeup day and I was wearing something hot, I can't remember what. Fuck now I wonder what I was wearing. Anyway, the men were STARING. OH. It was my grey pantsuit with frilly polka dot v neck crepe top with my silver nine west shoes. And I quote Eric it was "Classy Slutty." It was amazing I was like "ooh, power." So I flipped my hair, batted my eyelashes and then realised there was nowhere to sit downstairs. Gentile was packed. So I let Eric feel like a man and get them to put two tables together so we could all sit. Well. There is this GORGEOUS maroccan guy, maybe 29 years old with AMAZING blue eyes and SPECTACULAR tanned skin hes prettier than ME. We always see each other. And we always he always stares at me but usually I don't feel posessed to stare back. So Eric and I sat next to him. And Eric was talking. And it was like "Blah blah, blah blah, blah blah blah." it was SUCH chemistry between me and that guy it was just insane. He's needletrade and I give him "Sales at Blend" as his type. So hes good enough for me. Its just good to be gawked at. So Eric goes "Umm. Do you see them all staring at you? Its like a meat house in here. All men no women. Where do all the women go?" "Woods." "Well why didn't we go there?" "Because 90% of these men are millionaires and I need a husband, okay?" "They're still staring at you....." Yeah, I know!
So we went there today for Iced cappucinos after work and we sat outside. There were beautiful rich men there. Lmao. It was great. They gawked. I looked like a celebrity on my day off because I had no makeup on and sunglasses. Chabanel is the most amazing place in the world. The expensive cars, the rich men the men to women ratio is like 40 to 3. Sitting outside and watching it all happen was amazing. There were these guys in a Saab with their ghetto hats so I did my "Ou est elle ma Saab OU EST ELLE MY FUCKING SAAB?!" insert maroccan accent. Chantal mocked me. It was really good. Meanwhile its the 8th and my period isnt here and I'm flipping out a little bit, people. Chantal thinks its because I'm just stressed. All I know, is that I would make one TERRIBLE mother. I know, the chances are slim, but I'm a stress head. I'm needletrade everything is an issue for me. The girls from Kute Knit came and had Thursday lunch with us yesterday. So it was me, patty, Lucie, Julie and Martine and Chantal on the other side of me. And somehow Patty started talking about babies and how theyre amazing and I was all "uh no calm toi." and she was all "But its the most amazing thing that could ever happen to you?!" and I was all "Do you really want me on mat leave?" of course they dont know that I could be but they're as psychic as they come so who knows. They got me picturing kids with a nanny that I spend time with once a week and a Mercedes and a "Sales at Blend" type guy but only in 15 years now "Owner of Blend" type thing. It was weird. I feel like I should skip a few years and just be 30 and be me. Because I'm like 40 mentally its not even funny. So I just need to relax kick back and there will be no baby. Even if there is it aint happening because hello, my parents are going to be under the impression that I dont have sex until im 90. So being pregnant would kind of give it away unless you believe in the virgin mary being reincarnated as me. Flipping. Out. Anyway. Chances are slim to none, I'm gonna calm the fuck down now.