Saturday, April 5, 2014

Reasoning & Interviews

Prior to the crazy (and very unpredictable) few months that I've had, I was always a strong believer that "everything happens for a reason" 

Yet sometimes it's hard to see the reason why something happens, especially at the time. For example: a few years ago, I was struggling to find an internship for school. I had a deadline, and every interview I went on seemed to go miserably. 

I sent hand written notes to publishers, reached out to friends in the fashion industry, and basically went in a big circle before finding an opportunity in marketing. The marketing internship was the last interview I went on, a day before the three week deadline was up.

 If you didn't score an internship by September 22nd, you failed the class that my school had creatively named "work project". This was my second (and last) internship at college. I was lucky enough to score my first internship with Henri Bendel in there visual merchandising department. Unlike my second internship "hunt", this was the first interview I went on, so I didn't have weeks of running around like a headless chicken. 

On September 21st I had three interviews. One was at a modeling PR agency, the second at Parker, and the third PromGirl. I didn't have experience in PR, nor marketing for which PromGirl was for, but I felt optimistic with experience in fashion-that I would get Parker. Needless to say, I was mistaken. 

Walking into the PR agency, I was greeted by a male who welcomed me with coconut water from there very modern, and very humungous clear refrigerator. The decor was modern and cubicles absent as everyone was sitting in a line, full of macbooks. It felt like a big lunch table, except for the silence that surrounded the white 5,000 sq Ft space. 

After patiently waiting, I was then greeted by two females. One of which immediately complemented my outfit and asked where it was from. The other, held my resume in silence.

They walked me towards two couches horizontal to one another. I remember thinking that (the couches) looked like something out of The Wild Thornberrys movie, but sat down opposite the women regardless.

 It probably didn't help that I had an interview at Dolce & Gabanna headquarters the week before, and since speculated an image in my head of the perfect work environment. This included, being surrounded by lush exotically rich clothing, and not coconut waters, or gray-asparagus colored couches. 

I guess I was distracted because I never got a call back, and until now-haven't shared my bizarre interview experience (which had more to do with my outfit-than PR). In the blink of an eye, I was suddenly in the elevator-making my way up to my second interview at Parker. I was dressed in heels and a dress, but greeted by my potential boss in sneakers and jeans. I questioned my authenticity in wanting to work there and after a five minute interview which ended in "do you have your own laptop"  ran off to my last one of the day. 

This interview was located near times square. I was pissed off, exhausted, and on the verge of a breakdown. I had less than 24 hours to get an internship, and my interviews were going awful. It's hard to get hired in any industry without experience, and the alleged "fashion internship" was more Microsoft than pencils. 

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, my mood changed. It was girl heaven, full of pink, sparkles and unicorns. Ok-I exaggerated-but it might as well of been. My future boss was amazing, everyone was professional (in communication and dress code)! And although I had absolutely no experience in marketing, I ended up getting hired! She took a risk that I am eternally grateful for. A risk that led me to change my major in college.  I was no longer the "fashion merchandising" student but rather a student of marketing. 

By the end of my internship, I was offered a job and our social media had grown by 450% in the three months that I had worked there. Looking back, if it wasn't for my determination and hard work seeking an internship, I never would have discovered my passion in marketing.  Nor would I have gathered that styling was a passion of mine (which is something I also learnt from my days at PromGirl). 

So long story short, this is just one example how everything happens for a reason. Other things I believe are a result of "stupid mistakes" but sometimes, stupid mistakes lead us to the right places.