Looking sexy always works like a charm…Everyone was nice to me today. Sometimes I dress sexy as an experiment and it works more or less every time. They never make any effort being nice to you when you look exhausted and wear dirty clothes (as if we'd ever have time to wash!) and when I'm too tired I get nosebleeds and other disgusting disorders. You get better assignments when you look hot and you don't get treated like thrash as often. It's pretty disturbing to think about it but it does contribute to the surreal feeling of being in a world of pearls, feathers, fabulous fabrics, books in heaps and crazy narcissistic, insane (still occasionally funny) people. We don't get to meet anybody else. My friend was late this morning and was punished with shitty tasks like having to pick up Alex's clothes from the dry cleaners. I don't mind getting coffee or stuff like that, I understand that I'm here to make things easier by helping people with errands and so on. But personal stuff like buying a present to someone's boyfriend disgusts me. I feel really bad about it for some reason. Today was the same as any other day. I tried to work on some project but was constantly interrupted and asked to go buy coffee, search for books, look for fabric samples or copy pages. Gérard came in and told me I was needed on the first floor, someone needed help and it was super urgent! When I got there, she was sitting by her desk talking on the phone, pointing at a dirty plate and telling me to take it down to the kitchen. What!?! I don't know whether it's good or bad, but you do get used to these absurd long workdays, useless tasks and terrible organization. And I did choose to do this so I guess shouldn't complain. We finished early today, 9.30 PM! Woah! I've dreamt about sleeping ever since I woke up.
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Looking sexy always works like a charm…Everyone was nice to me today. Sometimes I dress sexy as an experiment and it works more or less every time. They never make any effort being nice to you when you look exhausted and wear dirty clothes (as if we'd ever have time to wash!) and when I'm too tired I get nosebleeds and other disgusting disorders. You get better assignments when you look hot and you don't get treated like thrash as often. It's pretty disturbing to think about it but it does contribute to the surreal feeling of being in a world of pearls, feathers, fabulous fabrics, books in heaps and crazy narcissistic, insane (still occasionally funny) people. We don't get to meet anybody else. My friend was late this morning and was punished with shitty tasks like having to pick up Alex's clothes from the dry cleaners. I don't mind getting coffee or stuff like that, I understand that I'm here to make things easier by helping people with errands and so on. But personal stuff like buying a present to someone's boyfriend disgusts me. I feel really bad about it for some reason. Today was the same as any other day. I tried to work on some project but was constantly interrupted and asked to go buy coffee, search for books, look for fabric samples or copy pages. Gérard came in and told me I was needed on the first floor, someone needed help and it was super urgent! When I got there, she was sitting by her desk talking on the phone, pointing at a dirty plate and telling me to take it down to the kitchen. What!?! I don't know whether it's good or bad, but you do get used to these absurd long workdays, useless tasks and terrible organization. And I did choose to do this so I guess shouldn't complain. We finished early today, 9.30 PM! Woah! I've dreamt about sleeping ever since I woke up.
