Life has many unexpected ways of unfolding. I’ve never been the smartest in my class, nor did I ever have the longest hair of all the girls I’ve ever came in contact with. No, I don’t have a big backside that made guys double take whenever I walked pass. I don’t come from a wealthy background but, I do have two loving <a href=http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fWhPwNvHNOo/Tdu5hQHw7bI/AAAAAAAAAoo/bykXoMVPCpA/s1600/secondtimearound_nicole-parker_boris-kodjoe.jpg>parents</a> whom support me in whatever I do. I drive a 2009 Nissan Altima; in which I’m leasing. This is my senior year of college; I’m a major in Fashion with a minor in Business. I also currently reside in Chicago “the windy city.” So if you’re looking for some fairytale story where everything is predictable and life is easy I suggest you search somewhere else, because this is a real as it gets. As told by <a href=http://www.urbanlifeaffair.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/elle1-e1341187143593.png>Carrington</a> Weathers.
It was one of those days, you know when it feels like you jumped out of bed and somehow forgot to bring your body. You know my mama always said that the way you set your morning off plays a huge part in the way that your day shall play out. Well if that was true then my day was going to be doomed. I woke up later than expected this morning due to the power going out in the middle of the night. So when I finally did open my eyes and noticed the blinking inaccurate numbers on my clock I hurried to get dressed. Grabbing my book bag and racing out the door and making my way down two flights of stairs I hurried to the parking lot. Getting in my car I swiftly placed my key in the ignition only to discover that my battery was completely dead. Surprisingly, I wasn't as irritated as anyone in my shoes would be, but that soon changed when I had to call my mom for a ride to school and she had twenty-one questions as to why I didn't have a boyfriend yet. It’s not really a touchy subject for me, but the timing was so unnecessary and quite mind bottling. Thanks Mom, this is exactly what I needed; along with the stress of mid-terms I now have to make room for relationship issues.
The modestly spacious lecture room sat about sixty students. The room was filled with an intimidating silence; only thing could be heard was the timer that the professor set and pencils marking away at various rates and speeds. Reading over my paper to make sure I had dotted all I’s and crossed all T’s I felt very satisfied with my finished product. Standing to my feet I pulled my Hello Kitty graphic tee down, grabbed my book bag off the floor and swung it over my shoulder. Once I was packed up and ready to toss the deuces up to this place for winter break, I quickly grabbed my paper and the test booklet and turned it in. Once I let the glass double doors close behind me I glanced at my pink g-shock and decided that I should go see my academic advisor before I leave campus.
You could hear the keys to the keyboard from down the hall as I made my way to the door which happened to be open. I knocked once to announce myself as Mrs. Flowers looked up at me. “And what do I owe to this visit Ms. Weather’s?” She asked as she pulled her glassed down to the tip of her nose and looked at me. I walked fully into the room and took a seat in front of her wooden desk after placing my things on the floor next to me. “I just want to turn in my paper work,” I informed her as I unzipped my book bag and pulled out five sheets of paper. One of the requirements to graduating was to apply for internships. “Wonderful, hopefully by the time we come back from winter break one of these companies will have responded. By all means, while you’re off on break keeping applying for other internships. Trust me; employers will be looking closely to see what experience you have; now day’s degrees aren’t the only thing that gets you the job of your dreams. “I nodded my head to let her know that I understood what she was telling me. She continued studying the sheets of paper that I’d handed her for a brief moment before setting them down on her desk and looking back up at me. “Make sure your final edit of your student portfolio is finished and emailed to me by 9pm tonight, other than that Ms. Weather’s I want to wish you a very safe and productive winter break.” She smiled. “Same to you Mrs. Flowers and I will have the email sent in tonight I promise.” I said as I stood to my feet and gathered my things.
“For a person who wants to dedicate their life to fashion, you sure don’t own anything worth borrowing.” My cousin <a href=http://cdn.madamenoire.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Paigion.jpg>Terra</a>, whom I shared an apartment with, huffed closing my closet door and plopping down on the huge beanie bag in my room. “Good! You don’t return anything anyways.” I retorted as I hit the send button emailing my portfolio to Mrs. Flowers. Terra rolled her eyes as I closed my laptop and fell back on my bed. My mind was totally fried and sleep was the only thing that sounded like ecstasy at the moment. “Oh no you don’t missy” Terra scolded “get your butt up Carri and get dressed.” I rolled over on my stomach and buried my face in my pillow shaking my head opposing to her persisting attitude. Terra smacked her lips and stood on the side of my bed for a minute before speaking, “if you don’t start getting dressed instagram, facebook, and twitter will know what you look like with your footed pajamas on.” She threatened with all sincerity in her voice. My headed instantly snapped up and in her direction; in which she was strutting out the room feeling accomplished. She always had some trick up her sleeve and I would be a fool to think tonight would be any different. Trust me I know my flesh and blood.
Here I was staring intently at the screen stuffing my face with popcorn right when the unexpected happened causing the whole theater to erupt into a scream. Terra leaned over close to me “girl Trey Songz look so good! Hopefully they give me a 3D visual of my boo.” She whispered. I smiled and shook my head “I wouldn’t mind that at all.” Tonight was the premiere of Texas Chainsaw Massacre: 3D and being the Trey Songz fan she was Terra insisted on coming to see it. I’m not a big fan of horror movies but I was kinda into this….ok maybe I was kinda into Trey. Lol. Anyways, after the movie was over Terra and I decided to grab something to eat at Buffalo Wild Wings which happens to be my favorite restaurant. “So I’ve been thinking,” I said after taking a sip of my huckleberry lemonade. “About?” Terra asked looking up from her phone and at me. “After graduation I want to pack up and move. I don’t know where but, anywhere beats here.” Terra laughed “aunt Lorraine will have a heart attack and you know it.” I rolled my eyes “True, but I’m not living my life for nobody but me. Hell, I’ve been cooped up in the nest for way to long as it is.” I didn’t even have a chance to hear what Terra’s response was because my heart rate instantly sped up while my palms because extremely sweaty. There he stood with a group of friends laughing and talking, his smile was still heart melting because I know for sure mine’s was melted. I grabbed the menu and quickly propped it up on the table hiding behind it. Terra frowned as she found my behavior odd and looked behind her towards the entrance. “You have got to be kidding me?” She said with disbelief oozing from each syllable. She smacked the menu down from the table and looked at me as if I had four heads. I instantly felt insecure and vulnerable in a sort of sense. “I know you’re not hiding from that weak minded, butt f*** over there,” she fussed pointing over to the crowd and not giving a care who seen her. That same gesture is what attracted his attention over to us and somehow are eyes connected. I quickly looked away and tucked my hair behind my ear before taking a sip of my lemonade; I was nervously thirsty. “Terra, could you try not to embarrass us tonight?” I pleaded. Hatred was an understatement of how she felt about him. If she could have had it her way she would have been the Ohio Bus driver and he the Ohio passenger…..can you say FINISH HIM! Sadly to say an upper cut was the least of the pain that she wanted him to endure, but it was all for my defense. My mind was going a mile a minute trying to process the fact that we were in the same room together after all this time that I hadn’t noticed that he had made his way over towards our table. “Carri h-“he was cut off by Terra. “That’s Carrington to you.” She said looking him up and down in disgust. “Matter fact, don’t say s*** to her you foul piece of sh-“ I cut her off before her voice became a high pitched. “Kavon,” I simply addressed him. He glanced at Terra whom held a grim look on her face with her arms folded across her chest and then at me playing with my straw. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. Umm, well…it looks like life is treating you well,” he admitted while shoving his hands in his pockets before glancing over at his friends who were now being seated. “Babe, come on” a female shouted over at him. Terra and I both passed a side glance at each other and then back over to him. He rubbed the back of his neck “so I’ll see you around sometimes?” he asked. “Hopefully not!” Terra snarled. I nodded my head and avoided any eye contact with him as he walked away and headed over to his table. Once he was out of ear shot I pushed my plate away from me and into the middle of the table. “My appetite is ruined,” I admitted. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t get up and whoop everybody ass at that table,” Terra asked seriously. “Because your ass will be sitting in somebody’s jail cell until my refund is uploaded onto my debit card.” I stated blandly. “In that case, let’s go before I don’t give a f*** and tear this whole place down,” Terra spat as she tossed some money on the table. “Yeah, I’m sleepy anyways,” I said covering the fact that I was an emotional wreck at the moment. Seeing the man that I had planned to spend my life with having fun and smiling with the chick that he cheated with made my blood boil. After a year of finally getting over him….he pops back up as if nothing happened leaving me questioning myself and strength. I knew my day was bound to be doomed….as of right now all I wanted to do was climb back into bed and cry myself to sleep.
“Ladies sit up straight Carrington,” My mom scolded me as I sat at the table with her and my dad eating dinner. I rolled my eyes and adjusted in my seat. “Keep rolling those eyes all you want, they’re going to get stuck one day.” She always had an adlib for everything which irked my nerves. “So, what’s been new kiddo?” My daddy asked as he sat back in his chair. “Nothing much, I hardly feel like I’ve been on break for the last two weeks being that any spare time that I had went to applying for internships.” I admitted while I played with my asparagus. “Hard work pays off in the long run pumpkin,” my dad was always a positive force in my life. He was the most optimistic person I’ve ever know these last twenty-two years of my life. “Indeed it does honey,” my mom added while taking a sip of wine. “Well, if you don’t find anything soon honeybee I could put in a word with Carl. I’m sure he would let you put in some work at the factory.” I smiled “Thanks daddy, but with all due respect working at an auto company will not help a fashion major.” “Understandable, but don’t forget that your minor is Business honey.” My dad debated. “Well stated daddy, so if worse comes to worse then I will take it. I just want to make sure that I have used all my resources first because Fashion is my main focus.” “Honey, you know we support you with whatever you do. Don’t stress about it I’m sure you will get the internship of your dreams,” my mom interjected while smiling at me. “I sure hope so,” I mumbled while slouching down in my chair.
Just getting home after visiting my parents for a couple of hours I knew that I had to start getting ready for school. My winter break flew pass so fast I didn’t even have a moment to dwell in it. Between volunteer work, applying for internships, and helping my mom out around the bakery that she owned I had no personal time. Walking into my kitchen I filled the stainless steel kettle up with water and placed it on the stove. While waiting on my water to boil, I went into my room and changed into some shorts and a tank and grabbed my laptop. By the time I was done unwinding the kettle began to whistle indicating that it was ready.
Placing my green tea gently on a coaster and curling up on my love seat I opened my Mac Book pro and logged onto Facebook. Scrolling down on my timeline was like logging onto a gossip blog. Relationship problems, arguments, break-ups, make-ups, and just down right outrageous photos. After spending sometime in the social media scene I logged off and decided to check my emails. Spam, junk mail, Facebook notifications, advertisements, and coupons were all I scrolled down to see. I let out a loud sigh and closed my laptop. All of the work that I had dedicated towards my future career and I have yet to get a response from any of the companies I applied for. I wanted to cry, shout, and throw things all around my room. I began to feel a large amount of failure fill in my heart. Maybe I should have stuck to the health care field; maybe then I would have snagged an internship. Fashion is something that I love and something that I’ve always been interested in, but it was also a career that the strongest achieved in. Three months until graduation and the only thing I was for sure about was that I might have wasted the last four years of my life for something that might never be. It really hurts when you feel that you have given something your all and the benefits seem to never dispense out as they should. I laid back on the love seat and threw my cover over my head dwelling in my own self-pity. Five minutes later I heard the door unlock and in came Terra. “Carri!” she called out loudly causing me to flip down my cover and look at her. “What?” I mumbled. “Ugh, why do you look so pitiful?” She questioned as she slipped off her shoes before hanging up her coat. “Because my life is falling apart,” I whined. “Yea, well if it is you’re the one speaking it into existence. The law of attraction will give you what you want every time so I suggest you change the way you look at things.” Terra preached. After reading some book called ‘The Secret’ she swears she the guru of the universe. “Yea well, tell the universe to send me an internship offer of my dreams,” I muffled as the cover went back over my head. Terra huffed and snatched the cover off of my head. “When you look at your career what do you see?” She asked randomly. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at her oddly. Taking a seat on the couch she sat Indian style and stared at me intently. “I don’t know,” I began. She shook her head “That’s your first problem. How can you want something that you don’t know anything about? You should first get a clear visual of what you want in your mind and from their work towards it.” “I do have a visual in my mind and I’m also about to graduate in the next three months for it. So what are you talking about?” I defended. “Mmmhmm, and so when you graduate how do you plan to use your degree?” She interrogated. “To be a fashion merchandiser, you know the people who buy all the clothing for the high end department stores, and create the looks for tomorrow.” I paused for a second, “I want to dibble and dabble in a little bit of everything. Ugh, I just don’t know Terra damn.” She frowned at me for a moment and without any words she got up and walked out of the room leaving me to question myself and the direction I was slowly going in. Moments later, she appeared back in the living room with two poster boards, scissors, tape, and magazines. By now I had sat up fully on the love seat and raised a questioning eye at her. “In the book ‘the secret ‘it talks about a vision board and how it can help you attract the things you want.” She explained. “A vision board?” I asked out loud still trying to figure out what it was. “A vision board is a tool used to help clarify, concentrate, and maintain focus on a specific life goal. Literally, a vision board is any sort of board on which you display images that represent whatever you want to be, do, or have in your life.” She informed me as she sat down and signaled for me to join her. “And this is supposed to help me how?” I asked. “Once you stop letting your questions amp you up with doubt the sooner you can make some progress in life by letting it unfold. Sometimes life can be sort of like tunnel vision, you are constricted to what you see but somewhere down the line and through the darkness there is a light waiting for you. It’s up to you to ignore the darkness around and focus on getting closer to the light.” I nodded my head as I got comfortable on the floor next to her and began to create a vision board.
I rolled over and hurried to silence my cell phone. Who in their right mind would be sending me something at 3am in the morning? Irritated was beyond what I was feeling right now. I grabbed my phone and opened one eye to only be blinded by the light from my phone. I opened my email to read this:
To: Carrington Weathers
CC: <a href=http://cdn-live2.blackenterprise.net/wp-content/blogs.dir/1/files/2012/04/UgoMozie.jpg>Ugo Mozie</a>
<em>Dear Ms. Weathers,
Your application has been carefully reviewed and I am very saddened to inform you that the position you applied for has already been filled. Furthermore, I have taken out time to review your portfolio and I am very much interested in your personal style, and creative eye.
Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ugo Mozie, I am a twenty-one year old fashion stylist and creative director. I attended and graduated from Barbizon School of Acting and Modeling. From there I have worked on some of the best sets in today’s history such as Sex and the city 2, Dateline NBC, 51st Grammy Awards, Diddy – Dirty Money, and at the Tribeca Film Festival. I am currently the fashion editor at large at 360 magazine, the New York fashion editor of Ghubar magazine, and fashion contributor at WAD magazine in Paris. In February of 2010 I launched my own clothing line called Ashton Mozie and later went into fashion styling for big names including Beyoncé Knowles, Kelly Rowland, Kelis, Lil B, Dawn Richard, Aubrey O’Day, and Omarion, plus on Elle, Nylon, Vibe, XXL, and Paper magazines.
Even though the magazine has filled the position that you have applied for I want to offer you an internship as my assistant fashion stylist. If you are interested on taking up my offer please email me as soon as possible so we can further discuss your position.</em>
I read that email over and over and over until my mind wrapped itself around the fact that I what I was reading was real. Without warning I jumped out of bed and began screaming for joy. Terra came seconds later with her baseball bat in her hand and her hair all over her head. “What’s wrong?” she yelled frantically. “Ugo Mozie wants me to be his assistant fashion stylist,” I squealed. Terra ran up to me and gave me a hug “Congratulations boo! But, if you ever wake me from my sleep as if something is wrong and it’s not, I will use this bat on you understood?” I laughed at her and rolled my eyes. I Carrington Weathers had just landed my first entry position in the fashion world and I was beyond ecstatic. I could not wait until I told my friends and parents which I knew they all would be excited for me.
I tossed and turned throughout the night; my nerves were eating me up inside. It had been three weeks since Ugo and I had come in contact with one another and after an interview via Skype I accepted his internship offer. We emailed each other almost every day just keeping in touch. Oh and did I mention that he was offering me a paid internship….can you say major score. I sat up from bed and took a sip of the water I had placed on my night stand and ran my hands over my face. In less than five hours I would be loading a plane and flying to LA to chase my dreams. That wasn’t the nerve wreaking part, but being on my own and in a foreign place for the next three months was the part that was killing me. These next three months depended on my life (if I didn’t successfully complete my internship I would not graduate). I opened my laptop and logged onto twitter.
<em>@CarriSweeterThanA Cherri: LA Bound In five hours. Wish Me Luck! #Dreams</em>
I waved goodbye to my parents and Terra as I walked through the tunnel and onto the plane. Placing my carry-on bag over my seat I plugged my Dr.Dre beats in my IPhone and shut the world out. Only the sounds of Miguel singing could be heard by me as I looked out the window and took a deep breath. Moments later the stewardess came on the loud speaker with a list of boarding instructions before we could depart. I buckled my seat belt, fluffed up my pillow, and became very comfortable since I hadn’t got much sleep last night. Before we got up off the ground I sent a tweet:
<em>@CarriSweeterThanACherri: Beats, Miguel, and my snuggie! #FourHourFlight.</em>
I walked into LAX airport after my departure, which happened to be beyond crowded. I saw a gentleman about six feet tall, large shoulders, dressed nicely in a suit holding my name on a white board. I approached him quickly “Hello, I’m Carrington,” I introduced myself holding my hand out to him. He smiled “Hello, I’m Walter Ms. Weathers,” he said shaking my hand firmly and maintaining eye contact. “I’ve already retrieved your luggage all you have to do is follow me ma’am,” he said signaling for me to follow him. Boy ol’ boy was LA different from Chi Town. The way that the sun rays beamed down from the clear skies made it seem so much different from the way it shined at home if that makes any sense. The weather was great being that I had left home the 20degree weather along with a foot of snow and welcomed the 70degree weather of LA. I sat in the back of the Lincoln towns’ car as Walter drove swiftly down the expressway. I was in totally awe with everything that I was seeing….I had never really traveled much except for going to Detroit to visit family, or the New York shopping trip my mom takes every year to buy school clothes. This was a change that I was excited to embrace. “So where are we going Walter if you don’t mind me asking.” He smiled “No problem ma’am, Mr.Mozie wanted me to take you to the condo where you will be residing and around 1pm I will be arriving to take you to your meeting that’s scheduled at 2pm.” I simply smiled, sat back in my seat, and texted my family to let them know that I made it safely.
The ride lasted for about forty-five minutes but I was able to site see so I didn’t mind. I even secretly pinched myself a couple of times during the drive to see if I was dreaming. Soon the car pulled up in front of a beautiful building displaying some very different yet magnificent architectural work. “Welcome <a href=http://imagesus.homeaway.com/vd2/files/WVR/400x300/rz/3023250/235875_1238442986104.jpg>home</a> Ms. Weathers,” Walter said while turning off the ignition and opening his door. He then proceeded to get out and help me out of the backseat. “These are your keys ma’am. You’re on the second floor, left hand side.” He informed me as he began to unload my things out of the trunk. I was honestly like a kid in a candy store, running up the stairs and locating my door I hurried to unlock it. Once I heard the lock click, my hands gently turned the knob as I pushed the door fully open. My jaw dropped as I looked around at the modestly furnished apartment that I would be staying in. Was this really for me? I must have been standing in the middle room for a little longer than I expected because Walter clearing his throat caused me to snap back into reality. “Sorry to bother you Ms. Weathers but, I just wanted to inform you that I placed all your belongings by the door.” He announced. I smiled “Thank you so much a Walter I appreciate it. I really do.” I said expressing my gratitude. “My pleasure ma’am. I shall be returning at 1pm.” He reminded me before walking out the door and gently closing it behind himself. Once I was sure I was by myself I couldn’t contain the excitement that I was feeling any more. I raced around the house snapping pictures of the <a href=http://www.movingmountainsdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/DR0203-e1333817566683.jpg>living room</a>, <a href=http://img.youtube.com/vi/c5Bqbd0WZ0U/0.jpg>kitchen</a>, <a href=http://imageseu.homeaway.com/vd2/files/HR/400x300/9h/1023323/427055_1246980991941.jpg>bathroom</a>, <a href=http://st.houzz.com/simgs/8701fbc900195c71_4-9349/contemporary-bedroom.jpg>bedroom</a>, and one good shot of the city view from my <a href=http://images.quikbook.com/400x300/hotel-erwin-los-angeles-balcony-4489.jpg>balcony</a>. I couldn’t believe I had my own private spacious balcony….this is was just like a dream. If it was, I sure didn’t want to wake up. After I was done snapping photos I sent them to my parents and Terra which I didn’t expect an instant response because of the time difference so I placed my phone on the charger and decided to do some much needed unpacking. First thing I did was unpacked my I-home because without music I could not function and that was a known fact. Once my I-home was plugged up I grabbed my cell and placed it on the deck and scrolled through my playlist. Soon, Nicki Minaj’s ‘High School’ filled the room as I began to organize my new home.
Two hours and five empty suitcases later I was completely finished. I glanced at my watch and noticed that I still had about a good hour before Walter was due back so I decided to take a nice bubble bath and get dolled up for my first day on the job. I’m pretty sure it would just be a long drawn out orientation and getting to know my duties. Once I was done doing my hygiene duties I got dressed in some black slacks, a nice flowy white button up, and a yellow canary colored blazer<a href=http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/cid/68359644/id/tFiqP35ERAWhoAMrnrS8ag/size/y.jpg>outfit</a>. My hair was a curly mess which I didn’t have time to straighten it so I placed it in a neat bun and added just a little lip gloss to my lips and just like that I was ready with five extra minutes to spare. I grabbed my cell phone along with my clutch and decided to wait outside for Walter; it was such a nice day. Making my way out the house I was greeted by a few neighbors whom were on their way either in or out their homes. By the time I made my way to the front of the complex Walter was just pulling up. Perfect timing. He was about to make his way out of the car when I signaled for him to stay inside. I walked to the backseat and got in on my own. I was a city girl and had been doing things on my own since forever the last thing I wanted to do was to get accustom to being catered to. “Good afternoon Walter,” I beamed as I closed the door behind me. “Same to you Ms. Weathers,” he smiled “you know I could have really got that door for you ma’am.” He proceeded to say. I shook my head and glanced at him through the rearview mirror “I know, but I was already walking up. It’s fine Walter really. “I assured him. “Oh and by the way Walter please just call me Carri, I feel so old when you greet me all formal and stuff.” I giggled. He smiled and nodded his head “Sure thing Carri.” With that I laid my head back in the seat and waited to arrive at my new work place.
I walked into the glass skyscraper feeling like Anne Hathaway in the movie ‘The Devil wears Prada’. Tons of people were walking in and out the lobby, phones were ringing off the hook and everybody looked so….Hollywood. I took a deep breath and mustered up enough courage to approach the receptionist area. “Hello, I’m Carrington Weathers,” The lady smiled and held her index finger up signaling me to hold on as she picked up her telephone. “Mr.Mozie, your 2 o’clock appointment is here,” she said in a very professional tone. “Ok, I will send her up,” She said before hanging the phone up and looking at me. “Mr. Mozie would like to see you on the 32nd floor. If you take the elevator on the left hand side of the wall right over there it will take you to your destination.” She said handing me a card that resembled a hotel room key. “By the way my name is <a href=http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5400000/Serena-serena-van-der-woodsen-style-5451935-1280-1024.jpg?1357698666340>Brittney</a>, congratulations on your internship and welcome aboard.” She said waving at me as I walked away. “Thanks Brittney,” I replied as I followed her directions intently. I pressed the elevator doors and stood in one place nervously waiting on the steel doors to part. Once they opened I stepped on a went to push a button when I realized that there were no buttons at all just a little slot I’m guess where the card went. Placing the card in the slot the elevator took off full force and I arrived on the 32nd floor in no time. I took a quick deep breath again and swiftly stepped off of the elevator and walked down the hallway that led me to yet another receptionist area. There was a fair skinned guy sitting at the desk with a phone headset on, his hair was in impeccable not one strand out of place, and he wore a grey pants suit paired strategically with a black button down shirt. You could tell that whatever the name brand he was clothed in had to be very expensive because of the rich material and the unique stitching pattern that the outfit displayed. Leaning back in his chair there he sat talking a mile a minute on what seemed to be a personal call. “Girl he did not!” The guy gasped just as I approached his desk. He looked at me and smiled “Victor I will call you back the fish just walked in.” He said ending his call and looking up at me before standing up. “Hi,” I said warily. “Well, aren’t you the cute! You must be Carrington.” He said in such a welcoming way which made me relax. “Yes, how are you?” I said holding my hand out. He instantly took my hand but instead of shaking it, he flipped it over and looked at my nails. “You’re in dying need of a mani and I’m quite sure of a pedi. Oh and the ballet flats I will let pass for today but, heels are a must.” He said running it all down. Before I could respond to what he has just said another voice projected in the room. “Enough <a href=http://www.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20080924/300.manuel.jay.lc.092408.jpg>Jason</a>, stop harassing my employees.” We both turned and seen Mr. Mozie standing by the door that I guess led to the part of the office that the public was restricted to go. Jason let my hand go and laughed “Ugo, I just wanted to have some fun geez.” I just stood there with a stupid smile on my face because I didn’t know what to do or say at the moment. Mr. Mozie walked fully into the room and greeted me with a hand shake. “Welcome, Ms. Weathers. I take it that you’ve already met my worse employee of the month.” He said looking over at Jason whom held his hand over his chest as if he was appalled. “Differently not the worse, just the most interesting thank you very much.” Jason said winking at me then taking his seat back at his desk. Mr. Mozie laughed and shook his head. “If you’ll follow me,” he said opening the glass door for me. Just before he walked in behind me he looked over at Jason “And no more personal calls,” he scolded. I laughed because those two I could tell were a trip. Mr. Mozie led me to a conference room where he instructed me to have a seat as he took one himself. “Would you like something to drink Ms. Weathers?” He asked. I looked around the room observantly for a quick moment and then shook my head “No thank you sir.” “Very well,” He cleared his throat “I would like to welcome you aboard to Mozie Enterprise, yet you will not be working here as often as you think.” I guess the confusion on my face was evident because he smiled and continued to further explain himself. “I’m a young guy and I know you were expecting to come to a long an drawn out first day, but that’s not my style. I looked over your application and portfolio last night again to refresh my memory about what sparked my interest about you in the first place. You have an acquired taste, but that’s a good thing in the fashion industry because who wants to blend in? The fashion industry is always on the prowl for new, refreshing, and unique looks. So what do you plan to do with your degree? What area in fashion is your main focus?” He asked me. I instantly thought back to the conversation that Terra and I had a while back and then looked at him. “Honestly Sir, I would love to have my hand in several different projects. I feel that it’s always something to be learned because of the constant change in fashions history and I want to be a jack of all trades.” I retorted as honest as I could. He nodded his head “If no one understands you trust me I do. With that being said do you have any questions?” “Yes, actually I do. You said I will not be working in the office often. What does that mean?” I asked. “You’re my assistant stylist, which means you will be out doing hands on work with me. We will be styling for photo shoots, video sets, fashion shows, movies, and award ceremonies. Ms. Weathers this is a chance for you to network and build your own name in the industry. By the time these next three months are up your resume’ will be the envy of anyone twice your age.” My eyes got huge it never crossed my mind that I would be working with celebs. I quickly changed my facial expression as I adjusted in my seat and went back into professional mode. “What do you expect from me?” I asked. “Professionalism, hard work, dedication, honesty, and being dependable are big things I look for. I don’t want to take you to a set with me and you’re in everyone’s face or hounding celebrities that’s a bad look on me and my company. Also, you will have to get use to not having your phone on certain sets because they will be closed and the artist doesn’t want to risk photos being leaked. This is a hard job Ms. Weathers only the strong survive. Flexibility is a must. You will deal with all kinds of people just keep a smile on your face, a polite attitude even when those are rude to you, and do your job because that’s all you there to do.” He looked at me for a brief moment “Welcome aboard once again,” looking at his watch and then back up at me “I will need you to take notes my 2:30 app. Should be in here soon.” He said sliding me over a legal pad and a pen. Just as I grabbed the materials I needed, Jason buzzed in the room and peeped his head in. “Mr.Mozie, <a href=http://www.allabouttrh.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/diddy1.jpg>Mr.Combs</a> is waiting on you in the meeting room.” Mr. Mozie stood to his feet and signaled for me to follow him. I walked swiftly down the hall with him while the whole time my heart was banging out of my chest. Mr. Mozie reached the Oakwood double doors and opened them letting me walk in first while he proceeded to follow me in. “Ugo, what’s up boy?” Sean “Diddy” Combs said while standing up and giving him dap. “How are your doing kids doing man?” Mr. Mozie asked as they all took a seat. I on the other hand faded to the back, I wasn’t shy but I was in a sort of sense. As of right now all I wanted to do was be invisible and take my notes like I was told to do. “My sons all trying to break my pockets with all these expensive cars they want and the twins’ man, my girls are growing so quickly,” Diddy said shaking his head. You could tell the way he talked about all of them that he loved them very dearly. “That’s good,” Mr. Mozie paused and looked at me whom was all the way in the back of the room standing there looking like a fool and signaled for me to come have a seat next to him. “I would like you to meet my new assistant Carrington Weathers,” he said introducing me to a legend for heaven’s sake he helped Biggie become who he was. “Hello it’s nice to meet you,” I said holding my hand out to him. “Same to you,” he said shaking my hand. Once the introductions were done he and Ugo began to talk business while I jotted down notes. He was seeking Mr.Mozie’s help to revamp his Sean John collection for the spring launch. After about an hour of talking, laughs, and tossing around ideas Mr. Mozie informed Mr.Combs that he would create a story board of ideas and have it ready for him the next time they met. After the meeting was over Mr.Mozie took me on a company tour and introduced me to all the staff and showed me where everything was. About 7pm Walter was there to pick me up and take me home….I was exhausted.
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