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that night, I heard Karl, and the drummer, Trey, talking about me. “It ain’t right,” Karl was saying. They were downstairs and I was upstairs with Stevie’s bedroom door open while Stevie had gone to the bathroom in the hall.
“You mean her being so fat?” Trey said, quietly.
“Yeah, and her being here, but mostly the fat part. How the hell are we supposed to make it big? The first break we get, there'll be pictures taken of him with a fat chick.”
“He’s in love with her, man,” Trey said. My heart went out to Trey for saying that.
“We’ve been working on this for two years,” Karl said, “now fat Yoko is gonna come along and ruin everything.”
I was listening so intently, I didn’t notice Stevie who appeared in the doorway and startled me. He closed the door.
Dear Diary, the man of my dreams has a phenomenal brother who hates my guts.
The next day was my first day in New York City. The Statue of Liberty? Ground Zero? Top of the Empire State Building? Central Park? Bronx Zoo? No, I think I’ll go job hunting.
It may sound ridiculous, but I had dreamed of the day when I was out of Placerville and in a real city where one could actually find interesting and decent paying employment. I was a big rock ‘n’ roller’s big girlfriend, and I was looking for a job?
I had bills piled up, Stevie didn’t have extra money, I wasn’t going to sit around all day, or worse, try to hang out at the studio. I knew about the New York temp agencies. Tara’s oldest sister had lived in New York for over a year trying to make it in theater, but she only ever made it as a temp. Temp agencies could get you jobs for a day or two that paid really well and all you had to do was answer phones and maybe type up some documents. I was good at both. I rode the F train into Manhattan before any of Mercury 7 was even up. I left a note for Stevie that read, “See you tonight. Love, April.”
I was into my first temp agency by a little before 8. A+ Employment Agency. I wore black slacks, and a dark blue blouse. I handed them my resume I had prepared just a week before, filled out an application, and took a typing test. “OK, April. We can probably get you something today. Just take a seat, and we’ll let you know when something comes in.”
Unbelievable! Is this how NYC works? I loved it. By 9:30 I was at an ad agency called DDB on Madison freaking Avenue! Some nice older lady from personnel showed me my cubicle and I sat down to make $25 dollars per hour. Who was I? Cashier Girl?
Everybody was well dressed, professional, pleasant, and a lot of them were noticeably attractive. The office was quite, super clean, organized, tastefully decorated, and my computer was new and powerful. I didn’t even see my boss until after 11. She was a very good looking 30-something, who was friendly, but got me right to work on proofreading a 20 page proposal. “Read it out loud, quietly of course, it will help you catch any errors. And, um, April is it?”
“Yes,” I said.
“April, there can’t be any errors.”
I was happy because that’s what I liked to do: read. I did as Janet told me to do and read the entire document out loud. She had given me a hard copy so I marked in red the problems that I’d found.
I felt like I did it really slowly and at any time she was going to come out of her office and ask me what the holdup was. I kept plugging away. I found the document a good read. It was a 20 page pitch, but written from the viewpoint of the prospective client (a cruise line) about how DDB would transform their customer acquisition.
I gave my corrections to Janet and told her I was going to lunch if it was OK. “You haven’t had lunch yet?”
I looked at the clock, almost 3!
By the time I got back from a ½ hour lunch, Janet had the
“You mean her being so fat?” Trey said, quietly.
“Yeah, and her being here, but mostly the fat part. How the hell are we supposed to make it big? The first break we get, there'll be pictures taken of him with a fat chick.”
“He’s in love with her, man,” Trey said. My heart went out to Trey for saying that.
“We’ve been working on this for two years,” Karl said, “now fat Yoko is gonna come along and ruin everything.”
I was listening so intently, I didn’t notice Stevie who appeared in the doorway and startled me. He closed the door.
Dear Diary, the man of my dreams has a phenomenal brother who hates my guts.
The next day was my first day in New York City. The Statue of Liberty? Ground Zero? Top of the Empire State Building? Central Park? Bronx Zoo? No, I think I’ll go job hunting.
It may sound ridiculous, but I had dreamed of the day when I was out of Placerville and in a real city where one could actually find interesting and decent paying employment. I was a big rock ‘n’ roller’s big girlfriend, and I was looking for a job?
I had bills piled up, Stevie didn’t have extra money, I wasn’t going to sit around all day, or worse, try to hang out at the studio. I knew about the New York temp agencies. Tara’s oldest sister had lived in New York for over a year trying to make it in theater, but she only ever made it as a temp. Temp agencies could get you jobs for a day or two that paid really well and all you had to do was answer phones and maybe type up some documents. I was good at both. I rode the F train into Manhattan before any of Mercury 7 was even up. I left a note for Stevie that read, “See you tonight. Love, April.”
I was into my first temp agency by a little before 8. A+ Employment Agency. I wore black slacks, and a dark blue blouse. I handed them my resume I had prepared just a week before, filled out an application, and took a typing test. “OK, April. We can probably get you something today. Just take a seat, and we’ll let you know when something comes in.”
Unbelievable! Is this how NYC works? I loved it. By 9:30 I was at an ad agency called DDB on Madison freaking Avenue! Some nice older lady from personnel showed me my cubicle and I sat down to make $25 dollars per hour. Who was I? Cashier Girl?
Everybody was well dressed, professional, pleasant, and a lot of them were noticeably attractive. The office was quite, super clean, organized, tastefully decorated, and my computer was new and powerful. I didn’t even see my boss until after 11. She was a very good looking 30-something, who was friendly, but got me right to work on proofreading a 20 page proposal. “Read it out loud, quietly of course, it will help you catch any errors. And, um, April is it?”
“Yes,” I said.
“April, there can’t be any errors.”
I was happy because that’s what I liked to do: read. I did as Janet told me to do and read the entire document out loud. She had given me a hard copy so I marked in red the problems that I’d found.
I felt like I did it really slowly and at any time she was going to come out of her office and ask me what the holdup was. I kept plugging away. I found the document a good read. It was a 20 page pitch, but written from the viewpoint of the prospective client (a cruise line) about how DDB would transform their customer acquisition.
I gave my corrections to Janet and told her I was going to lunch if it was OK. “You haven’t had lunch yet?”
I looked at the clock, almost 3!
By the time I got back from a ½ hour lunch, Janet had the
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