Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts

That's right, today on my day off I set myself up for an interview with a very big Hip-Hop record label.  In fact, this label is one of those "dream job" places I often fantasized about before I started interning.  Don't get too excited though, its not in A&R, its in New Media, but at least I'll be at a record label, not wasting away like I am at my current job.  And the way I'm looking at it, New Media is probably the future of the record industry.  So I might as well get a taste for it...and more importantly, its not the label's "corporate office," like the situation I'm in now.


I got the interview through networking, of course!  A friend of mine that I used to intern with knew this guy and gave me his info and I sent over a quick e-mail and my resume.  The worst part?  I had to update my resume with where I'm working now and I couldn't think of anything to write!  I felt a little less bad when I asked one of my old bosses what she thought I should do and she suggested I make stuff up.  I don't condone this, and I will say that I successfully updated my resume without making stuff up, but it wasn't easy.  The best part?  This place is only 15 blocks from where I live!

My interview is Friday, and for the next three days, I will be frantically figuring out what to wear.  The problem lies in the fact that the music industry is not the real world....so fancy interview attire does not necessarily apply.  Do I wear jeans since I know that's what everyone wears anyway?  Do I wear dress pants and look like a fool for 30 minutes while everyone stares at "the girl who is all dressed up" and chuckles?  Today, I'm leaning towards jeans.  Of course this may attribute to my new found love of wearing my huge pink fleece robe every chance I get because its so comfortable and cuddly!

My job is a fashion show.  The office hallways are mini runways, the employees are models, and the bathroom is the staging area.  My first day of work, I was handed a dress code and a paper to sign saying that I understood it.  I'm sure at real jobs, there is a dress code...but in Hip-Hop??  I had to look around the office to make sure I showed up for the right job!!  I did notice on my interview how fancy everyone was, but I thought I was just there on a special day (or maybe it was a special day because I was THERE!).  I noticed all the men wore what I have seen everyone wear to work in the past: jeans, a shirt, and some fly sneakers.  But the women were all wearing nice pants, heels (shoot me now) and the kind of nice shirts that I get tangled in when I even attempt to try them on.  I signed the dress code but it didn't make any sense to me...what are "fashion sneakers" and when it said "clean" how clean do they have to be, I mean, they do go on my feet right???  


That night I stared blankly into my closet until yellows and oranges began to blend together, and I could no longer tell the difference between black and navy blue.  I realized my $4 shirts from Conway that I rocked at work last year weren't going to cut it, and I had to get pretty creative with the outfits I wore last week.  As I said before, I am a sneaker freak and wearing heels to me is like a slow form of torture.  Over the weekend, I bought a couple new shirts (I only got tangled up in one while trying them on in the fitting room) and a nice $12 pair of heels from Payless.  Once again, this morning I stared into my closet with glazed-donut-eyes, and decided I'd wear one of my new shirts (the one I got tangled in).  So I put it on, found a pair of capris, and I actually had a pair of heels in the back of my closet that matched--but I walked to work in my Old Navy flip flops.  

I was almost to work when I encountered a typical New York guy:

NY Guy:  DAMN baby, you're looking REAL good today!
Me: (awkward "are you talking to me" look)  Yea...not for you
NY Guy:  mm mm MMM!  (stares me down as I walk away)

Usually when I sit at my desk, I realize whatever wack ass outfit I created won't be making the cut in the office fashion show and I swear I'll wear something cute tomorrow (it rarely happens).  But today I felt fairly good about my outfit and an hour after being there I walked to the bathroom.  As I left the bathroom, I did a quick look over the shoulder to see how I looked from different angles, but I noticed in the mirror behind me that hanging out of the back of my shirt, as if I were a mannequin, is a $17.90 price tag from H&M.  I hate to think how many people in Midtown, on the subway, on my walk to work, that guy I encountered on that walk, and in my office, snickered to themselves as I strutted by with my price tag.  

I think tomorrow I'll take a chance and wear my Jordans, maybe I'll find out if they're nice enough to be considered fashion sneakers and be in the office fashion show.


 

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