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"Take seat," said The Wizard, not wasting a second. "Show me work."
As she looked at my stuff, she must have taken a dozen phone calls and talked to ten different people on her staff all at the same time. I can't figure out if people are like this because they're busy or if they're busy because they just can't handle the terror of either a moment's silence or the frightening intimacy of dealing with a single human being at once. I was a little worried because I couldn't understand how this Petra chick could have possibly focused on my book with all those distractions. But she must have, because she closed it with a bang and looked me right in the eye. "Is great!" she said. "When do you start?" At first I thought she was kidding. |
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"I never make joke," Petra the Great told me. "I see many many portfolio and this one is so fresh! Happening! Brilliant!!" I sat there thinking, "This is the biggest pile of bullshit I've ever heard in my life. You must be insane, lady, because this portfolio is OK but it's not butter, and if you think I'm going to work in your Fascist pig organization for even one second you've got another thing coming!" Uh, thanks," is what I said. "Is Monday too soon?" |
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