Go to interview at a very prestigious magazine publishing company. Listen to the hiring manager tell you that, if hired, you:
“cannot come dressed wearing “those shoes.” Because this is a very New Yorky, very prestigious place. And famous people work here. That movie that we do not mention* was about this office, after all.”**
Laugh to yourself about how you will never be a New Yorker. Feel horribly uncool. Consider not calling when it’s time to decide if you want the job or not.
Have train trouble on the way home to add to your frustration.
** to his credit, you were wearing the wrong shoes.
um, why is this the first time i’m finding out about this website.. and all on my own! i just happened to find it on facebook while avoiding reading about organic molecules. anyway, this (among many other reasons) is why i’m in love with you. well, as much as a girl who loves boys and has known you since way before you used to put your friends through the misery (i mean we loved it) of listening to you try to hit the high note from rent with lc can be in love with you. but again, i still love you. welcome to my hell of 6 months..and you haven’t even been to the cafeteria yet!