5 Minutes of Fame

Last Wednesday I ran through the rain at half past eight...already soaking wet and twenty minutes late I arrived to meet my boss at someone else's office. I missed the meeting and walked back out into the pouring rain.

When we got to our office my pants were soaked through, all the way up to my butt, my hair, once straight and pulled back, was now frizzy and wild, and my boots (with fur) were on the verge of looking like a wet dog.

I didn't think too much of my appearance, since the majority of the day was supposed to be spent moving. I, yet again, have been at a job where my boss is moving. On my first day of a previous job I thought they mistook my small stature for that of a 6 foot moving man, when I was informed that although I was in heels, a skirt, and blouse I would be lifting boxes and helping them move in 90 degree heat. Awesome. So, this time around I dressed a little more appropriately, boots, jeans, and a turtle-neck, since it was about 25 degrees, instead of 90.

Within about five minutes of walking into the office I am informed that we will no longer be moving that day, but that I was to attend a question/answer session with the head designer of my company! Well, thank you to the intern who forgot to mention this to me the day before! Not only were we supposed to have a question for him to answer, but we were going to be on camera!! I would NEVER have worn a) what I was wearing, b) not put on a lick of make-up, or c) missed my morning cup of coffee! I decided to ignore my vanity and go anyways.

I arrived at the other office, where every other intern was dressed nicely and fully equipped with a fresh face of makeup. After re-thinking my question for him, I was very excited to find out there was a makeup artist on hand! YES, free makeover! She didn't really do a lot more than get rid of my dark circles and breakouts, but I'll take that!

We were split into three groups of four, and during each rotation of filming the same thing occurred. Each person introduced themself to the designer, asked their question, and then he would answer with a sketch. Each one of us walked away with a sketch, and in more than one case, an awkward or humorous encounter with an eccentric man. I was the last person to go, but if I may say so myself, my drawing was one of the best! I asked, 'What should I wear to a black-tie wedding, so as not to over-shadow the bride?' He answered with a black strapless cocktail dress, black sheer hose, high boots, and kid-skin gloves.

After the affair, which took 2 hours out of my work day, I was skipping on air the rest of the day. Not only did I meet the man behind the company I am working for, but I now have a signed drawing from him hanging above my bed!