So last night the Song Airlines Lounge at Fashion Week turned into an open bar. We started serving at 6:00 PM and went until 9:00.
I knew right away that I was in a bad mood when people came by earlier in the afternoon asking for the free promo stuff we'd been handing out the past couple of days. Normally, I like giving that stuff away, but now these people were starting to expect it, as if they were entitled to it. I don't like that. I felt twinges of shame over the pleasure I took from their dissapointment upon hearing "I'm sorry, we are all out of the candy bars." "But I'm so hungry" they would reply. "I'm sure you are, but we were cleaned out earlier today."
Evil cackle.
Around 5:00 the main tent (about the size of two basketball courts side by side, if we're looking for random sports-area measurements) was getting full. Normally, I don't care about having to work at these posh events, but I began to feel envious, and perhaps a little resentful. Yes, congratulations, you are all either beautiful or rich, or both. Good for you. Thankfully, I had a few encounters with some cool people which calmed me down a little. But I still remained bitter.
A lot of it is about respecting the people who work. Some people have never had to do hardcore, or even minor, manual labor in their life. I can handle that. But some people, have never had to do ANY work in their lives. That bothers me. A lot. I worked as a mover for several summers, and that was tough fucking work. I have an immense amount of respect for the men that do that year round to support their families, especially becuase I couldn't do it for more than three days in a row.
One thing that I legitimately felt bad about was that one of the bartenders was having an extremely successful self-promoting session. Besides bartending, he owns a T-shirt company that he started four months ago. And people are crazy over this one shirt of his that is very simple: It says "Social Climber" on it, with a swirly border above and below. Both the text and the design are white.
I lost count of how many people came by and said "I love that shirt." Then he would give them the whole spiel. This guy got so much high-profile business at fashion week that there is no doubt these shirts will be huge. At the end of the night, these two young ladies, one of whom I was positive I recognized from the show "Rich Girls," would not shut up about how much they loved the shirt and that they were going to tell all their friends to buy one. The guy mentioned that Paris Hilton had already bought one. "Oh, I'm hanging out with Paris tomorrow and I'll make sure she wears one!"
I got so annoyed, but this guy was really nice and I was happy for him. Bad moods make you think some crazy things.
He did want to use one of the things I said that night.
My job requires I wear a black shirt that says "Wing Man" on it. One of the Rich Girls said "Do you know that we are obsessed with your shirt?'
I turned to her and said "The shirt . . . or the man?"
The guy loved it.
I like this story too much to change it right now.
I knew right away that I was in a bad mood when people came by earlier in the afternoon asking for the free promo stuff we'd been handing out the past couple of days. Normally, I like giving that stuff away, but now these people were starting to expect it, as if they were entitled to it. I don't like that. I felt twinges of shame over the pleasure I took from their dissapointment upon hearing "I'm sorry, we are all out of the candy bars." "But I'm so hungry" they would reply. "I'm sure you are, but we were cleaned out earlier today."
Evil cackle.
Around 5:00 the main tent (about the size of two basketball courts side by side, if we're looking for random sports-area measurements) was getting full. Normally, I don't care about having to work at these posh events, but I began to feel envious, and perhaps a little resentful. Yes, congratulations, you are all either beautiful or rich, or both. Good for you. Thankfully, I had a few encounters with some cool people which calmed me down a little. But I still remained bitter.
A lot of it is about respecting the people who work. Some people have never had to do hardcore, or even minor, manual labor in their life. I can handle that. But some people, have never had to do ANY work in their lives. That bothers me. A lot. I worked as a mover for several summers, and that was tough fucking work. I have an immense amount of respect for the men that do that year round to support their families, especially becuase I couldn't do it for more than three days in a row.
One thing that I legitimately felt bad about was that one of the bartenders was having an extremely successful self-promoting session. Besides bartending, he owns a T-shirt company that he started four months ago. And people are crazy over this one shirt of his that is very simple: It says "Social Climber" on it, with a swirly border above and below. Both the text and the design are white.
I lost count of how many people came by and said "I love that shirt." Then he would give them the whole spiel. This guy got so much high-profile business at fashion week that there is no doubt these shirts will be huge. At the end of the night, these two young ladies, one of whom I was positive I recognized from the show "Rich Girls," would not shut up about how much they loved the shirt and that they were going to tell all their friends to buy one. The guy mentioned that Paris Hilton had already bought one. "Oh, I'm hanging out with Paris tomorrow and I'll make sure she wears one!"
I got so annoyed, but this guy was really nice and I was happy for him. Bad moods make you think some crazy things.
He did want to use one of the things I said that night.
My job requires I wear a black shirt that says "Wing Man" on it. One of the Rich Girls said "Do you know that we are obsessed with your shirt?'
I turned to her and said "The shirt . . . or the man?"
The guy loved it.
I like this story too much to change it right now.
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And yeah, everyone agrees, the gatorade and vodka was not a good idea.
I'm not sure if the guy you described with the camera is the guy I'm thinking of. The reason why I ask is because there's one guy who sort of sounds like that who wants to get in SGNY, but there's been some misgivings about him. So I figured if that was him, that would seal the deal. But it doesn't sound like it (there have been some prior problems with camera-happy creepy guys. Use your imagination.)