I can't remember much of the events that took place in the past few days. Met a few people, attempted a job interview (with Louis Vuitton, since they called me down after I submitted my resume) which was a total failure... no joke. They told me that I have no work experience in sales. Yeah. If so then why call me down? Just to chat? Niceee. But it was worth it since I got to see where they kept their stock. I had to do everything I could to stop myself from having an orgasm. Had i let go, it would have been my first ever, I swear.
It's sad that what turns me on, are mounds of expensive leather bags, kept in their own designated LV cabinets - a different one for each design, smelling so darn awesomely sexy. Why can't it be something less obscenely pricey? So anyway, the manager who interviewed me was disappointed that i couldn't speak mandrin. Well, i never said i could in my resume, so don't give me that dirty look a'right!?
I told her instead,
"I believe that you would need somebody who can handle indonesian clients too, yes? Variety always give any store a better edge. It gives the whole place a cosmopolitan feeling!"
Yeah well, I don't think she bought my wala-wala crap. Before I left, I mentioned that there are two things I'm passionate about in life (a) making as much $$ as possible without having to slog (b) Mahina L and the LV boutique in Paris - coz it's better than the Lourve Museum. At this point, I think she already decided that I'm a psycho la. Sheesh. Why why why did I have to tell her that I don't like hard work?
I just think hard work is unecessary, especially if there is an easier way out. Don't tell me that there are no short cuts just because YOU haven't found it. I'm still looking. It is hard work, yanoe, looking for an easier way out. I have to protect myself from scammers. So anyway, she kept harping on my lack of experience in sales. What can I say, right? It's true. Two months at GG<5 hardly qualifies. But sales is goddamn boring, especially when they don't pay enough. LV pays. And the commission is something i'll definitely work for. Hard.
Okay enough on that already!
I can't stop thinking about food. I don't crave for small stuff anymore. It's like I can eat seven full meals a day. And no, not a single meal consists of raw carrots and celery. I can go have a bowl of banmian after a plate of LJS's signature trans-fat laden cocktail of diseases. And before that, tuna sanwhiches. Even after a meal fit to feed half of Uruguay, I still have space for a creampuff. Ok, talking about creampuffs, I really hate Polar and their pseudo creampuffs. WHIPPED CREAM, fyi, is not real cream! Like Jannah once said, it's like biting into a cloud! Yes though it may sound heavenly, clouds, let me remind you, are taste-fucking-less. I want the heavy duty stuff from Beard Papa. But it's so goddamn far that I have to switch trains (and run across platforms) at least once, to get to the nearest kiosk. Why cant we have Beard Papa in the west??? What kind of sick conspiracy is this?? Maybe I should open a franchise right here at West Mall. Eh good idea.
Anyway, this is a good time for an intermission. My entry is running a little too long, into abysmal depths of pointless-tivity. I would like to take this oppurtunity to remind whoever who's been reading that this is how i look like:
Hahaha why, you ask? Because even though i may sound like a loser most of the time, you have to agree that I don't necessarily look like one, right? Hahaha menyampah sak Nas. Actually thanks to Barbarella Babi, you can so totally see the pimples. No needta zoom. But who cares. Beyonce told me to show off my "flaws and all". On Broccolee though, I'm sure I've showed you all my flaws. So why be ashamed of stupid physical flaws - like pimples.
I just felt like posting a very long entry tonight. That's all. Hurhur. Toodles. I'm gonna continue reading now, I think? Homg, it's already past 4 am! And i started around midnight. What have I been doing? Time is such an illusion, really!
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