'The Addition"

By the time I am done with this city, I will be an interview expert. I figure I have gone on enough interviews to gain some sort of badge or honorable mention in my pursuit of a job.



Today I woke up not wanting to go to my latest interview. After ditching publishing for awhile I figured I would start applying for internships in other fields. I mean I have a bunch of interest outside of reading someones story and telling them "thanks but no thanks" I mean I like music, movies, and and. And hey an internship is an internship right?



So last week I got an email about an internship at a production company. For a brief, and by brief I mean semester, time I was a part of the whole movie making club. And though my responsibilities were limited to being an assistant the director and spraying freebreeze in the room...I did get credit for those tasks. I did kind of decorate the set and I did kind of carry a table. But more importantly I liked it. There was something slightly guerrilla style and fun about it.

So I applied to this internship on the basis of my interest in film making and my experience on a set. He emailed me back a couple of days later and we schedule an interview for today. I have been out of it the last few days. I mean first the 'Porter' situation and then trying to figure out whether to stay here or go home combined with my loan repayment looming over my head , has given me a lot of headaches lately.

I woke up with the intention that I wouldn't go. I dragged myself to the train station with the intention that I wouldn't go. And by the time I made it to the location (after getting lost for ten minutes) I almost turned around and headed home. Trust me, I am learning to take rejection but it still hurts. And sometimes, no matter how strong you are, you just can't face rejection with a smug smile. It hurts.

But, instead of turning around I entered the building with glimmer of optimism. I made sure not to piss off the guard and after rambling about the weather he seemed to like me. I smiled and made my way upstairs via the elevator at the last moment realized that my belt has loosened. Instead of being lady like and waiting until the elevator stop to adjust myself in the bathroom, I unbuckled my belt and started fixing the problem as I got closer and closer to the 7th floor. By the time the door open, my hands were literally fumbling with a belt and a zipper as I tried to regain some composure.

When the doors open it was as if i was walking into the offices off Bruce Wayne and Eco-Friendly techy. The loft was amazing. The walls and floors were wood so it gave this warm ambiance of a spa/ bookstore. To offset the presence of wood there were iron structures everywhere (but not in a big bulky way) which sort of resemble the inside structure of clocks. It was flipping amazing. Of course in the loft there were several small offices each with a cool clear sliding door. I was absolutely in love. Of course at this moment, hands in/on pants and jaw on the floor...I realized that this was a real production company. I was not in Kansas anymore. I quickly zipped and buttoned and then put on my kitten heels (for a little height). After a short wait I was greeted by the hottest guy I have or will be ever interviewed by.

He looked like Lenny Kravitz, he dressed like a fashion icon, and he was sweet in that "i haven't slept all night kind of way and I have no idea who you are or why you are here...but I'm down". I automatically commented him on the loft and then we went and did the whole interview thing. I went well...I mean once again I don't really have any experience in actual film making. I mean my task were mostly administrative and dealt with keeping everyone organized and setting up a schedule of our shoots( 'if you ever need someone to frebreeze the set'. I didn't say this but I was thinking it). I did emphasize those points though, no matter how limited they seemed.

When I say he was cool, I mean it. I couldn't stop staring at his yellow shoes the whole interview. He has bohemian chic down to a science. I was polite, and funny and I asked a lot of questions. He answered all of them, and then asked me what I wanted from the internship (Experience, experience, experience). When it was all over he introduced me to one of his cinematographer (who i mistook for the secretary).

He said everything looked good and that he would contact me on Friday. I've heard that before but I really want this one. When I got back on the elevator I think I screamed like a girl and then I went to the security guard to tell him how beautiful the 7th floor. By then he was accompanied by the mailman (who he introduced me to). I spent some time with them chatting about that damn weather again and where I was from. They kept asking me if I was going to be a new 'addition' to the 7th floor and i said I wouldn't know for a couple of days but I sure hoped so.

I want to be the new 'addition'. I want to be in that office. I want to be working with and for Lenny Kravitz look-a-like. I want to be assisting or freebreezing. I want. I want. I want. But first I have to wait until Friday. Crap.