No Interview Could Be Worse

Being stood up for a date is one thing, being stood up for an interview you've waited for the chance to have for ages is totally different. For those of you that don't know, Lucky Magazine is my favorite magazine, well it was we'll see what becomes of it now that the esteemed founder Kim France is no longer Editor-in-Chief (moment of silence please). I was scheduled to have an interview with the online department, I arrived promptly at least 15 minutes before, although I'd been meandering in Times Square for a while before that promising myself I wouldn't be late. My appointment was set for 3:00pm and let's just say the increments on the clock increased moving from 2:45 to 4:08 before my interviewer found her way back into the building. I supposed I wouldn't have left a fashion show at NY Fashion Week to interview lowly little me either but nevertheless felt a little awkward being stood up for an interview of all things when I'd never been stood up for a date.

Nevertheless, I still dream of working at Conde Nast, I'm sure I botched that interview because by the time she arrived I was beyond exhausted and didn't even find it in myself to ask the right interview questions, nor have I sent a thank you note (although I usually always do). I'm currently using the security sticker as a bookmark and wondering how many of these things I'll have to collect before I earn myself a spot on the masthead of one of those illustrious magazines.

Did I mention I saw Anna Wintour. It took me over an hour of standing (not sitting) in front of the security desk before I caught a full up close view of the queen of fashion herself exiting the lobby. I thought the first time I would see her was going to be different somehow, instead there I stood as if I had cement shoes on in awe of the petite woman who stood there with her sharp bob cut, sunglasses in tow, and cell phone of a brand or make I could not recognize. I felt too stale (waking up before 6:00am will do that to you), too young, too unprepared and most of all too scared to approach her and so I didn't.

Score:
Conde Nast Security Stickers: 1
Conde Nast Job Offers: 0

I ♥ Ziplining

I'm a ziplining fool, well kinda, sorta, maybe. Being cooped up in a house 80% of the time these days has turned me into an adrenaline seeker. Minus the big hickey looking bruise on my left breast I think I met the love of my life yesterday, The Adventure Park at Sandy Spring. When I was little I climbed trees and developed an affinity for tying my skipping ropes in my grandparents mango trees to swing from them only to fall from them and end up with bruises (too much watching Tarzan & Jane maybe?). My father would curse "you're a girl, your skin cyan get batta bruise like this" (translation a girl's skin should be flawless) too bad I loved playing football (soccer) without shin pads too. Besides the point, I enjoyed myself immensely, anyone wanna go bass jumping or sky diving with me?