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Diary of a fashion Intern: Prosecco & Purses

So our boss has decided that from now on we will have a prosecco fuelled lunch every Wednesday as a way to bond more with one another. When Wednesday rolled around, I wasn’t exactly prepared for what was about to happen. See that morning I was running a tad late so I foolishly skipped breakfast, with and empty stomach and much trepidation I took the glass of prosecco that was offered to me and hesitantly gulped. See, our boss takes her lunch at 11, so being on the booze that early, while seemed like fun bonding exercise, was more of a recipe for disaster, I’ve never been able to handle bubbly beverages, especially alcoholic ones.    While everyone else chatted away and brainstormed, I sat quietly in the corner trying to focus on not letting anyone know how drunk I was, I mumbled something about fashion week then sheepishly ducked outside. I tip toed over to my desk and sent an email to one of our potential clients, it was littered with spelling mistakes, I was then ushered back into the room and offered another glass, so naturally I downed it one. That’s when things got a tad messy. I went outside and asked for a cigarette off one of the cleaners, everyone from the office just stared out the window at me, I then rang my mum to ask here to collect me (I am a grown up), she proceeded to tell me I was a mess and I should just get a coffee.  I went back in, sat at my desk, I noticed by boss kept walking by my desk and looking at my screen to make sure I was busying myself making appointments and organising meetings. A couple of minutes later, one of my bosses bitches comes over to me, gives me a chewing gum and tells me I booked everyone in for a meeting at 9pm Sunday rather than 9AM Monday, she then comes back a few minutes later with a full fat Mocha, despite me declaring I’m on diet several times today. My boss calls me into her office, my blood instantly runs cold and I know I’m going to be fired. She greets me with a warm smile, it’s reverse psychology I’m sure of it ”You remind me a lot of myself when I was your age, look, why don’t you go home and get some rest, I’ll get you an uber, my treat” – I’m in shock, I don’t know if it’s a test or not. I tell her I don’t mind staying until 5, but she insists I take a half day. Just as I’m about to leave she asks me a favour ”Oh, you wouldn’t mind picking up this purse I have on hold in town and bring it back into the office before 2? I usually wouldn’t ask, but I have a thing tonight, a charity benefit for endangered lizards in Guam”. I’m in no state for the bus so all I can say is ”Yeah, no problem, I’ll pop in and get it now, thanks”. You can follow our fashion intern on Snapchat, just simply search the name – frockadvisor Cover: Independent 
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