Every week the action station in our cafeteria features a different type of cuisine. I've only been waiting for taqueria week since February. The news of taqueria week spread like wildfire among the assistants. By 10:00 am, the assistant to the publisher IMed me, "It's taqueria week!" To which I replied, "You're kidding!" Minutes later, one of the sales assistants came by my desk and said, "You know it's tacos downstairs this week, right?" Finally I looked at the menu myself and it was true. Taco salad every day this week for WG1!
The first thing the new interns learned about me was my love for taco salad. I'm pretty sure they think it's kind of creepy. Our three marketing interns started on Monday. The entire marketing team was thrilled to have interns; we put them right to work. I gave the first intern to show up the same job I was given when I was an intern two summers ago at the same magazine: calling 100 readers to confirm their attendance at Monday night's event. Two years ago I was terrified of making phone calls. I'm the girl who used to babysit and call my mom to have her order the pizza for the kids I was babysitting. Yeah, I was not a big phone person. That first day of interning is the only reason I'm comfortable on the phone today.
We then christened them with their first magazine event. It began with a photo shoot for an advertorial that will appear in a future issue of the magazine. The photo shoot was followed by a information fashion event for 100 readers that featured Stacy London. As a big fan of What Not to Wear, I was looking forward to this event. I worked one event previously with Stacy London and she complimented the dress I was wearing. So I had to live up to her standards again on Monday (this was pre-Spanx day). I kept it simple: grey A-line skirt and white button up shirt with a pair of grey and black plaid open-toe pumps. Typically we were all black on event days. But from watching What Not To Wear, I knew Stacy isn't a huge fan of black, so I talked my events manager out of the all black attire.
When I first saw her on Monday, I casually walked by because I'm awkward but she greeted me like she recognized me. I'm sure she didn't, but it's fun to think she might have. More importantly, she said she liked my outfit, specifically the shirt and the shoes. Mission accomplished. The compliment didn't come without some candid Stacy London advice. When she asked what I wear over the shirt, I replied, "Um...a black wrap?" Immediately regretting saying "black." She made a face and said, "You need a bright green jacket, then it will be fabulous." At the end of the event when I gave her information about where her car would be picking her up (the life of an assistant) she reminded me to get a green jacket.
That was my Monday. It was really a great day. Then Tuesday happened.