05 Feb 2008 › 2:55pm
I’m getting a mother effin promotion. That’s right, you heard me. And I don’t care if my celebratory dance makes you uncomfortable. Don’t rain on my bliss out. How fitting that on my hundredth entry I can finally say what I’ve been wanting to say every day for the past 12 months… I am finally getting promoted! Cue parade.
Yes indeedy. I will be moving over to join the sourcing team. I’ll still report to Claire, but now I’ll get to search for cool new materials and great design ideas, and then work with the team to create an overall library of fabric, leather, hardware etc. I’m dying!
BUT…before I get carried away with that… I’ll have to sit in on interviews for my poor replacement, and then spend a few weeks training whoever Claire ultimately picks. Oh joy! How do you ensure that someone be prepared to accurately read the mind of an extremely fashionable madwoman? How do I explain to her the importance of wearing skinny clothes year round—the magnitude of selecting the precise low calorie delicacy from the corner market (sans direction)—the fact that (no I’m not kidding) one too many frizzy-hair days might actually derail her career?
How do I warn her about Jasper? How do I prepare her for Naomi? How do I show her how to sneak out of the building for sample sales undetected? Wow. This will be truly bizarre. How much easier would it be if I could just show her this blog??
