Yesterday was… in a word… manic. I’ve only just recovered enough to get the energy to write about it.
The question on everybody’s lips has of course been; how was the interview???
Ritzi’s answer; I’m not sure.
I think it went well. I saw the big boss of the company on my way in who I’ve met lots of times before because of my current job who did the whole showbiz double kiss thing and welcomed me to the company (um… don’t get ahead of yourself love) and then I went up to the COLDEST INTERVIEW ROOM EVER and attempted to use big words and communicate effectively the fact that I don’t have anything like a life outside of the West End is a good thing and means I’d be great at this job.
The second round of the interview is a presentation. I have no idea what on.
They asked me if I could cope well with long hours and I think I impressed here. I refered back to my drama school days when I worked five jobs and got up at 5.30 and cycled to college because I couldn’t afford transport, then cycled to whatever show/theatre/bar job I was desperately clinging to that week. They liked this. Great, working til midnight then. Awesome.
Don’t get me wrong, I can wax lyrical about the theatre industry, I know the right people, I say the right things. I did however, unfortunatly use the phrase; ‘I am a very personable… person.’ Individual? Character? Woman? No. What a goon.
So fingers crossed for round two… I’ll hear in the next few days.
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What Ritzi Wore
Okay, so at the weekend I scoured the WHOLE of London for something to wear that said; I’m artistic/creative but still professional and definitely a woman (interviewer was a straight man – a rarity!)
AT LAST I found this dress in Red Herring and it was ridiculously cheap. I mean seriously, so cheap I don’t want to write the price.
I teamed it with some super duper tan boots from Steve Madden (which I loved so much when I found them that I bought insoles and thick socks because they were a bit too big and bought them anyway) and black opaques, a pink scarf (which I didn’t keep on during the interview, that’s just crazy) and a tan bag that cost half my month’s wage.
Dread to think what I’m going to wear for the second one.
Later that day I met up with my flatmate (not Princess, the other one. Grr) and she surprised me with a cupcake and a smiley conversation about my interview. Wow! How unexpectedly nice!
In fact, the flatmate was trying to butter me up so that she could drop the bombshell that she wanted to move back home to save money for going back to University (wtf?) and so she wanted to leave the house. Our house is technically mine, all in my name because the original flatmates were out of the country at the time of signing and I just put it all on my back. That was a bit stupid, as it turns out, because since then I have discovered that people are ultimately bastards. Two dodgy flatmates later and I finally struck gold with Princess, only to find that this one (Original Flatmate) is buggering off now too!
Quite frankly, I had a go. This year, you see, she hasn’t worked that much, so I’ve got her a few temp jobs at my company. Never once did I receive a thank you mind you but then I’m used to that. I reminded her of this and she got all sheepish and said she’d keep paying until we found someone to take her room. Yes, too right you will lady.
Then – in a stroke of pure genius – I remembered that a friend of mine from college (long long ago) had mentioned that she wanted to move to London. A swift blackberry messenger convo later and she’s all set to move in at the end of May! That is what you call luck my friends. Hopefully all will work out well there and I can wait til she moves in before I mention that we have a friendly mouse named Steven.
Oh wait… she reads this. *Waves and smiles* Steven has promised not to eat our faces as we sleep if we don’t try and catch him in a nasty trap. Honest. Please still move in
In other news (so much happened yesterday it was insane) I got a message on facebook from Mimi (God knows why, she’d literally texted me moments before) saying things weren’t working out with her new lesbian lover and she wasn’t over her ex-husband (who’s a friend of mine as well… awkward!) and she wants to join in Nicole and my Ensemble Bingo game to cure her problems with commitment.
Somehow, I don’t think more sleeping around is what this girl needs. I have yet to respond… am thinking of the best way to get around this little issue. Also haven’t mentioned to the flatmate that I’ve found her replacement already… figure I should make her sweat for a while.
Despite the looming closure of my department (oh yes, that’s a nice juicy bit of crap that I’ll moan about at a later date I’m sure) and other such stresses, I’m feeling remarkable chipper at the moment. Also, Forbidden Fruit texted me to remind me about his show that’s nearby town at the moment and I shall be going along next week. This may end in tears… we’ll see.