Why are weirdos drawn to me? Why do they draw me in?
I went on a job interview for a position I found on Craigslist that says "looking for assistant to president of fashion company, to assist in all aspects. If you want to learn how to run a small business, this is the job for you"
Naturally, I applied. So the woman emails me back, telling me to call her. I call, and I finally get through to her, and shes nuts of course. She tells me that she wants to interview me but she has to write it in her "diary". And continues to talk about her "diary". She tells me to come in at 11 am the next day.
So I show up last Thursday at 11 AM, its like one big room with a few hispanic ladies at sewing machines, clothes hanging up everywhere... typical small fashion company/sweatshop. I go up to her secretary, and announce that Im there for an interview. She tells me "Beverly isnt here".. so she calls, to see where the boss is.
Then the boss wants to speak to me on the phone. So crazy Beverly tells me that shes on her way, doesnt know how long traffic will be and that she didnt have me down in her diary. She tells me to wait. I tell her I have school (i know how crazy people work-shed keep me there all day if she could and its FREE). I told her Id wait a half hour. So I did, and she said to have the intern show me around. The intern was a little younger than me, nice girl, so i asked if the job really sucked... she said kind of, but its alright. It doesnt pay great either.
So then the secretary comes into the office and says "erica Beverly would like to see you outside." !?!?!?! "She cant find a parking spot and she wants to meet with you"
So if this isnt weird enough... I go downstairs and get in this woman's stationwagon with her, and we have the interview looking for a parking spot. She is maybe 4'11", so I figure I could totally pile drive her if the need arose. She looks insane, and shes wearing a headset in the car for her cell phone. She says to me "Welcome to my office, ha. Tell me about your experience" So I proceed to tell her, I go to FIT, blah balhbalah, and then she says "NO I WANT THE SHIPMENT BY MONDAY I SAID!!!!!!!!!!!!"
BITCH IS ON HER CELL PHONE. crazy. Insane.
So she finally parks the "office" in the parking lot of a nearby housing project, and makes me walk to the office with her while all of these thug guys are leering at us, and doesnt even notice. What is her clothing, you may ask???? Thats the best part. She calls it a "Modesty Market", which means, long elegant house gowns that are worn by orthodox Jews and Muslims. She has a few other markets, but thats the main idea. SO STRANGE. So after the interview, im thinking NO FUCKING WAY, ive worked with the craziest, I cant go back. Then my dad was like TAKE IT. So I called her yesterday to tell her Id like to work with her, to which she replied "Oh the fun we will have!" omg. But she told me to come in today at 9 am, although she wont be there and it will be "very crowded" because her bookkeeper is coming. Unless her bookkeeper is 300 lbs, I dont understand that, but whatever. I didnt go. Im not going, I doubt its in her "diary" and I dont think she will much less care if I dont show up.
I have another interview on Monday as a Production Assistant for a much more together company (lets hope). So theres that.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to meagan and kate, the best crazies ever.
Oh and I made this dress this passed weekend.. with a little bolero jacket. FUN
(dont mind me looking drunk)
Naturally, I applied. So the woman emails me back, telling me to call her. I call, and I finally get through to her, and shes nuts of course. She tells me that she wants to interview me but she has to write it in her "diary". And continues to talk about her "diary". She tells me to come in at 11 am the next day.
So I show up last Thursday at 11 AM, its like one big room with a few hispanic ladies at sewing machines, clothes hanging up everywhere... typical small fashion company/sweatshop. I go up to her secretary, and announce that Im there for an interview. She tells me "Beverly isnt here".. so she calls, to see where the boss is.
Then the boss wants to speak to me on the phone. So crazy Beverly tells me that shes on her way, doesnt know how long traffic will be and that she didnt have me down in her diary. She tells me to wait. I tell her I have school (i know how crazy people work-shed keep me there all day if she could and its FREE). I told her Id wait a half hour. So I did, and she said to have the intern show me around. The intern was a little younger than me, nice girl, so i asked if the job really sucked... she said kind of, but its alright. It doesnt pay great either.
So then the secretary comes into the office and says "erica Beverly would like to see you outside." !?!?!?! "She cant find a parking spot and she wants to meet with you"
So if this isnt weird enough... I go downstairs and get in this woman's stationwagon with her, and we have the interview looking for a parking spot. She is maybe 4'11", so I figure I could totally pile drive her if the need arose. She looks insane, and shes wearing a headset in the car for her cell phone. She says to me "Welcome to my office, ha. Tell me about your experience" So I proceed to tell her, I go to FIT, blah balhbalah, and then she says "NO I WANT THE SHIPMENT BY MONDAY I SAID!!!!!!!!!!!!"
BITCH IS ON HER CELL PHONE. crazy. Insane.
So she finally parks the "office" in the parking lot of a nearby housing project, and makes me walk to the office with her while all of these thug guys are leering at us, and doesnt even notice. What is her clothing, you may ask???? Thats the best part. She calls it a "Modesty Market", which means, long elegant house gowns that are worn by orthodox Jews and Muslims. She has a few other markets, but thats the main idea. SO STRANGE. So after the interview, im thinking NO FUCKING WAY, ive worked with the craziest, I cant go back. Then my dad was like TAKE IT. So I called her yesterday to tell her Id like to work with her, to which she replied "Oh the fun we will have!" omg. But she told me to come in today at 9 am, although she wont be there and it will be "very crowded" because her bookkeeper is coming. Unless her bookkeeper is 300 lbs, I dont understand that, but whatever. I didnt go. Im not going, I doubt its in her "diary" and I dont think she will much less care if I dont show up.
I have another interview on Monday as a Production Assistant for a much more together company (lets hope). So theres that.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to meagan and kate, the best crazies ever.
Oh and I made this dress this passed weekend.. with a little bolero jacket. FUN
(dont mind me looking drunk)