Tales from the Fashion Week Temp Job, Part I
January 15th, 2008 by admin
We normally don’t like to report from the office space, because everyone deserves a right, we’ve always thought, to act like a total moron \ dick without fear of being excoriated online. (And besides we’re saving it for the next book.) In this case, pretty much no one knows we’re doing our little Fashion Week assignment, so we will share this exchange. The kind that has us counting the days until we can go back to waitressing.
Our Employer: Did you send the account person your details?
Us: An invoice? Yep.
OE (confused): Your details….
U: Do you need a W9?
OE (becoming perturbed): Your details - like, your name [miming typing hands over keyboard.]
U (baffled): Er, no, but I will.
OE: And the hours you’ve worked.
U (more baffled): An invoice? Yeah, I sent that.
OE (more perturbed): Why didn’t you just say that?
And this is like the most interesting person in the office. However, we are getting paid tomorrow. It’s been … er, three years? Since we were getting an actual, regular paycheck. They could call unstylish fatties (in this office, quite possibly the worst insult ever imagined) and we wouldn’t give a shit.
Source: Tales from the Fashion Week Temp Job, Part I
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