A LaPoo's Interview's Muse

Can I just start off by by telling you how much I LOVE my cleaning lady?  Not in a it's so hard to find good help these days kind of a way (although it totally is), but in a just I really love her.  She's Polish (shocker.  Is that bad to say? Deal with it.) She's super cute and thin and pretty and can't be older than 25.  Yesterday morning I was frantically getting ready for an interview while she was here, and as I was leaving she looked at my thoughtfully and said, "OH! You look really great.  Have a good day." It's like she knew.  Of course, I was only meeting with a recruiter about a PR job with a fashion company nobody has ever heard of that I didn't really want in the first place, but STILL.  I mean that goes well above and beyond the duty of cleaning my kitchen.  Email me if you want her info.  You know, to clean your flat.  Or just to hang out and compliment you all day. 

ANYPOO, the meeting with the Dumb and Dumber Agency was a complete waste of time, as they knew nothing about fashion and spent 45 minutes asking me asinine questions like, "So when you did beauty PR that must have mainly been juggling a lot of different products right?"  Uh what?  The best moment, though, belonged to me.  Recruiter number 1 walked in and said, "Hi.  You must be Sophie.  I'm Nick."  To which I responded, "Hi. I'm Sophie." Nailed it.  If I do get the job, Nick promised there'd be a clothing allowance in it for me.  Check out above what this lucky lady could be wearing next season! Jerks.