Not Telling

I did not spend Me Day unproductively. Are you surprised? I’m not.
As soon as I finished writing that entry, I received a call from the CEO of Not-A-Real-Job asking me to do stuff for him. My direct boss, the Director, had not given me a lot to do. And I couldn’t very well tell the CEO I was taking a Me Day after having been rejected from an interview I never told them about. Which is entirely their fault, actually, because if they were paying me for this internship, I would not be looking for another job so desperately (or at all). But I did not want to tell him what I was doing because I did not want him to think that my getting a full-time day job means I am not committed to his job. Which is the truth. But I did not want to tell him that.

He wanted me to make some marketing materials for a new product, and he wanted it by the end of the day. Kind of a ludicrous demand, since I had not heard anything about this product until he emailed/called me¹. I think the Director purposely did not tell me about this new product launch because he wanted to work on the marketing materials himself. And/or he hates me. My Director must be quite petty if he is competing for projects with his UNPAID INTERN. I mean, honestly, he has nothing to worry about. I don’t want his job. I don’t even want to work for this company. I got roped into this unpaid internship mess before I could say “bite me.” So really, he has nothing to worry about. I’m not sticking around. But I do not tell him that.

Needless to say, I spent the rest of the day trying to put together a brochure and various other materials for the product. They sent me what they had already – which looked like garbage – so I sent everything back looking nothing like the original (a.k.a much better). But even so, the CEO ignored some of my suggestions. For some reason he really likes gray, despite what I keep telling him about it looking incredibly dull on printed media. Since I’m not in charge of writing the content, I couldn’t change that, but I honestly wanted to (ok, I admit, I did change it a bit. A lot). Because the slogan and the product descriptions and everything on the brochure was just not attractive. The product is targeted at my age group so I should know what’s appealing and what’s not. And their brochure contents were not. But the CEO didn’t take my suggestions. I think this product is going to flop. But I am not telling them that.

At the end of the day though, I did manage to squeeze in both a shower and a pedicure (sort of).

The next day, I turned my cell phone off and drove out to University Town to pick up a dress I had left at my apartment. That morning I suddenly remembered I had a bachelorette party to attend this Saturday and nothing to wear. It’s a themed party, something about Hollywood Glam from the 20s-80s. I have yet to make my final decision on my outfit (this requires serious thinking, considering I have five whole dresses that have never been introduced to society, and they are all equally deserving of some public attention), but at least I now have all five dresses in The City with me. The drive cost me $40 in gas, but that’s less than I’d spend if I went out and bought another dress, so it was worth it.

Today started off with an interview downtown. This time for a LSAT teaching position, which is only part-time but pays extremely well. I cinched the interview (I actually prepared this time! Although it only made me realize how much worse, comparatively, I was at the Advertising interviews), then headed uptown to a sample shoe sale. I now make it a point to attend these because I have sample size feet (I am a lucky, lucky girl) and I hate paying for extravagant amounts for shoes I know I will only wear once or twice.
After two hours of circling and finding nothing, I finally found a pair of black BCBG stilettos just as I was about to leave. For $45, they were a steal! I am technically not supposed to spend anymore money until I actually land a job². But you’re not going to tell, are you?

1. He always emails me and then calls me right after to make sure I received his email. Even if I respond to his email. He is one of those people that are constantly on their Bluetooth headsets yapping away, so I think he calls me just so he can prove to the world that he always has someone to be on the phone with. One time, when he was on the phone with me, he was in the car with his wife and turned to yell at her about something. WHILE I WAS STILL ON THE LINE. Another time, I thought I heard a car accident in the background. I think he’s crazy. Another thought I do not care to tell him. [↩]
2. Especially considering that I have been going out for $40 meals every day; plus I bought two dresses, $200 worth of makeup, and a $120 purse over the weekend [↩]