A few weeks ago I started working as a PR for some night club in my humble hometown which I rarely if ever name here to preserve the mystery among readers (oh wait! I have no readers!). Well PR sounds like I have responsibilities and truth is my job is to parade downtown looking for the glam and the freak to give them flyers and convince them with my charm and wit that our club is the best (oh wait! I have not charm nor wit!), and I do it only Tuesdays, when there's no one on the streets. 'Best' thing is I earn in proportion to the people I get in, so with my lack of social skills and the unfortunate conditions I'm basically doomed (hey! just like Lipstick Jungle!). I'm the worst PR ever. God I miss when I worked at Zara and I had a sure bill waiting by the end of the month, only I wouldn't go to class evar. Anyway, happy happy times, let's just ☀ a little.
The picture above was taken last Tuesday at the club's bathroom (weekends crowded). The boy in the right is my boss (super super hilarious), the head of PRs, in the middle the one I usually work with, and in the left you recognize the piece of fierceness that is me.
Never have time to use my comp, always so busy or so tired. Whenever i have the time, i read fashreport and am always blown away by santosuke´s creativity. How do u do it? I enjoy reading almost all ur articles, even about stuff im not usually into, u always have a distinctive way of seeing things which leaves me craving for more and ur sarcastic and cynical comments views on, like, everything, always crack me up. Santi, fashreport is fucking FUN as hell and i think ur wonderful. Keep it up, hopefully ill be featured in it one day! Lots of sexual yet platonic kisses, majo!
Posted by: Mary-Jo Zadorojny | March 22, 2008 at 03:47 AM