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An Ode to Yves Saint Laurent |
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When I was hired, some time ago now, I was told that "being Tony Stark's assistant will be the easiest job you'll ever have." A direct quote, that. That all I would have to do is "to take notes at meetings, act as a liaison between his office and the board, file his paperwork, compose any letters he needs, and schedule appointments and public appearances".
That was what I was told at my official interview with HR. When I reached his office, the assistant that I was replacing asked if I ever babysat as a teenager. I hadn't and she warned that in taking this position, I would get all the experience of one. She told me that Mr. Stark's assistant was actually responsible for "making sure he actually went to meetings, putting up with hourly sexual innuendos, answering phone calls in the middle of the night, escorting his 'dates' off the premises in the morning, and rescheduling every appointment at least twice." I thought she was joking. Haha.
Granted that was long before the whole Iron Man thing.
My feet ache from trying to keep up with Mr. Stark as he ran about SI today. I don't think he, and consequently I, sat down all day. At least he goes to, even schedules, meetings on his own now... gives me more time with My Never Empty Inbox. R&D loves that he pokes around their side of things directly now - I think the director of R&D was going to faint pass out the first time he did it.
I don't understand how he has so much energy for all of it or why I insist on wearing four inch heels. Nevermind, I understand the shoes. They make me taller than him. It's a really silly vanity, I know, but shortly after I was hired I took great pleasure in finding out that I ended up taller than him if I wore four inch heels. Or why I have to walk so fast to keep up with him.
My legs are longer, damnit.
I should start wearing my jogging clothes to work. At least I'd be comfortable, be able to keep up with him, and I'd make headlines, "Billionaire's Assistant Make Fashion Faux Pas!" The gossip rags would have a field day with that. Or maybe instead of pretty $500-a-pair heels, I should buy something practical with less than an inch heel... or not. Uncomfortable as they are, they're so beautiful.
At least I'm paid well enough to feed my addiction to grossly overpriced shoes.
Anyway, my pretty, little patent leather torture devices Yves Saint Laurent heels have been kicked across the room. Hopefully not to be lost under my couch or made a toy by the cat. Maybe I'll wear my one pair of flats on Monday, but I doubt it.
Pepper Potts · Sat Jul 04, 2009 @ 02:13am · 0 Comments |
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