Pammy Girl’s Weekend O’Fun – Day 1: Preparation
I knew today was going to be super cool when I finally crawled into bed around 2 am. Tomorrow is a fashion show and my roommate, L, is in charge of the swag bags. I can’t really remember what we put in the bags (clothes, make up, magazines, lip gloss and 50 billion other things)… 180 in all. And yes, that’s me backed into a corner by all the bags.
I also had a job interview today. The stage was set when I got into the elevator and a fellow asked, “Going up?” He held the doors and the heel of my shoe got stuck in the portion of the floor where the elevator doors slide shut. I fell into the elevator as I tripped out of my shoe. I quickly found myself on my hands and knees, wriggling my shoe loose. The guy said, “Oh man. I’m really embarrassed.” My response: “Oh, don’t you worry. I’m really embarrassed for me, too.”
Let me guess … the man interviewing you for your job turned out to be your acquaintance if the lift (oops, sorry, ELEVATOR)
Every day an adventure! I have a job interview the 12th – after 2 very disappointing ding letters last week.
By the way no one, absolutely no one demos swag the way you do.
Travel Rat: No, I didn’t see the fellow from the lift again… thankfully.
Five Husbands: I received a big NO from another potential employer the other day… that one really hurt because it was from a studio. For more swag and photos from the event itself, just wait until my next post photos!
I think falling and losing your shoe was a sign of good luck for the job interview! You got the bad stuff out of the way and only good could come after:)
You do realize your occasional pratfalls, spontaneous combustion moments, etc. – while seemingly embarassing on the surface – can be quite endearing to those either witnessing them in person or reading of them. Do not be too quick to judge how others see your “Lucille Ball/Carol Burnett” moments. People love rooting for those who fight through adversity, regardless of whether she’s stuck to an elevator, setting things on fire, etc.
Whoa…180 things in the swag bag? I want one…oh, and I’ll take one of those cookies I spy on the coffee table as well. Heehee!
I have to give you kudos for the cute response. You have a quick wit.
Pamajama: Thanks! I stifled a belch during the interview, covered ever so slightly with a cough.
Sports: Thanks… here’s hoping others find my pratfalls to be endearing rather than sad.
2 Lazy Dogs: No, 180 bags with 20 or so items inside. As for the cookies… I got bored an made about 5 dozen and the proceeded to eat most of them myself (when I’m stressed I don’t eat but when I’m depressed, I become a garbage disposal).
Billy: Well, I try.
hehehehehe… I laugh so only because such thing happen to me, too. So did you get a swag bag?
I took 2 camisoles and a lip gloss but had no interest in the rest of the items in the swag bags. What happened in your job interview where you embarrassed yourself?
Even though you are way back there in the corner I can see that you are very TAN!! Glad you are enjoying yourself in LA, sounds like you are h-a-p-p-y
Yes, I’m working on my tan and yes… I’m happy. Still unemployed, but happy (and dating).
Sheesh! You guys had a ton of stuff. You look good and it looks like it was fun!