Though I am fully willing to brag my ass off about finding my way into Fashion Week each season, sometimes even I have my limits and begin to feel like a condescending prick. This was one of those times:
My Boss: So are you coming to the team dinner tomorrow night?
Kristi: No, I can’t. I’m going into the city for Fashion Week.
He: OoOoOoh! That’s so fun! Me and the other managers were just talking about that. I was saying we should all go in one day and go. So what do you do, like go there and hang out?
I:Ohhh… no… I go to shows.
He: So now, how long is it?
I: ………………………….. A week.
For the slightly less clueless, read about my experience this season here.