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October 23, 2002

Dedicated Follower of Fashion

I’ve just returned from what was probably the most excruciating job interview in existence, and that’s not a statement I make lightly, as I find even the good ones to be pretty painful experiences. Have you ever blurted out, “I fell in love with punk rock freshman year of high school!” in an interview? Now I have, and worse. Well, what the hell kind of a question is “When did you discover fashion?” anyway? One that deserves a smart alecky answer, that’s what. But no, this was interview land, where one must never be honest, or think too hard. If I was being honest or thinking at all, I would have never even gone to the interview, as I am just not the sort of girl who was made to sell clothes, or really even care all that much about clothes.

“I think the black leather jacket is a timeless article of clothing,” I said, and immediately wanted to crack my head on the corner of the desk in front of me until I Just. Stopped. Talking. My armpits were pouring out buckets of sweat and I could smell the smell of my deodorant mixing with it and seeping into my nice Chinese silk blouse that was definitely underappreciated in this particular room.

“Do you like to shop?” Um. “Yes!” I enthusiastically lied. I do like to shop… for food and things to make delicious foods with, so I guess that wasn’t really a terrible lie. The terrible lie came later when Leslie asked me, “Do you think it’s feasible for you to work part time, 20-25 hours a week, making $7.15 an hour?” I answered something about it being feasible if I added it to the supplementary income from selling my plasma and art. Leslie didn’t laugh. I looked her dead in the eye and said, “Yes, I guess so,” all the while thinking I may have fallen in love with punk rock when I was 13, but it just divorced me.

Posted by pogo at October 23, 2002 5:44 PM