Oh, I also applied to be a “photo starlet” for Burning Angel and never heard back. I think I didn’t meet their piercing/tattoo/unnatural hair color quota. I know a guy who went on a date with a Burning Angel girl and he said she had “Shane MacGowan teeth,” so I don’t trust their judgment, anyway.
I’ve been training for a job as a hostess at a restaurant in Midtown this week. I start working on Friday. I stand for eight hours straight and I smile at people all day and I make ten dollars an hour—I don’t get tipped out—but I’m happy to have a job. My co-workers—musical theater majors, all—are nice, and I get dinner for free.
Here are some places that didn’t hire me:
I’ve had no interviews for editorial jobs. I’m beginning to think my journalism career peaked in college. Oh well. I’ll always have that story about that one time a member of Josh Lucas’ entourage offered me a doobie. There’s always that.
