Living in New York must be an acquired skill, because everyone who lives here appears to be really good at it. It seems to me that New Yorkers all have heels that don’t give them blisters, umbrellas that don’t get all inside out every time the wind blows, and cool accents that make them sound way tougher than my southern drawl ever could. Oh, and did I mention that they wear all black and look effortlessly chic all the time?
Oscar Wilde (supposedly) said, “You can never be overdressed or overeducated.” Yeah, I’m going to go ahead and say that I proved Mr. Wilde wrong on that one.
It’s always been my personal belief that the lower you are on the food chain, the safer you should play it. For example, the executive assistant shouldn’t show up to work later than the executive, and interns should never look sloppier than full-time employees. Before I started my internship on Monday, I thought I knew everything about working at an advertising agency. “How,” you might ask? Because I watch Mad Men, duh. The one thing I realized I didn’t know about ad agencies? What people wore there after 1969.
So, as a woman of my word, I decided to play it safe…and by play it safe I mean I essentially wore exactly what I wore to my father’s wedding the weekend before. Imagine my surprise when I walked in–or hobbled in, rather–in 4-inch heels and a giant bib necklace, only to see the rest of the team sporting graphic tees. That’s an exaggeration, they were wearing like denim shirts from Madewell, but I might as well have had a sign on my chest that said, “Which way to the Sigma Chi formal?”
Needless to say, I opted for all black on day 2.