Wednesday's Interview

Here's what happened:
I had discovered the previous day that getting to the place alone took 40-50 minutes, and when I factored in getting ready and allowing for unforeseen circumstances, I decided to skip class Wednesday morning in favor of my 12 pm interview. So I got up an hour later than usual (which would be 9 pm), asked Andrea to tell Muriel I had an interview, and took a shower and got gorgeous. (Actually, I just got pretty. Gorgeous is for attracting the guys.) I then got my stuff together and took the RER and metros to the 19th and the apartment complex. I got there and there were a few different buildings (that all looked the same), and I didn't know which one to go into. I asked a man working in one of them, and he, thankfully, pointed me in the correct direction. I got there and went up to the 2nd floor, as specified by the address which I had jotted down before leaving. None of the doors had numbers, so I resorted to ringing doorbells and inquiring within. Nobody with the interviewer's name lived there. Feeling a bit confused (and panicked), I went back down to the ground floor. I walked through it until I saw another elevator at the opposite end. I took that up to the second floor and did the same thing. Again, no luck. At that point, I passed some mailboxes. I backtracked and began studying the nameplates, hoping one of them matched up. Fortunately, one did, so I pressed the button, and introduced myself, saying that I had an appointment. I got buzzed in, and the apartment was on the ground floor. (It turned out that what I was reading as the level was actually the building number.) I went inside, and there was a table set up with lots of little trinkets of jewelry, with bags hanging underneath. She was helping a couple of girls as I came in, so I hung back and looked at the jewelry. I really liked the fact that at a first glance, it seems really sweet and dainty, but a second glance reveals that it's pretty naughty and subversive. (One example is a bronze chain with a cameo-esque oval. Within the oval, delicate script spelled out, "fuck you".) I also really liked the macaroon jewelry (macaroons as pendants, earrings, bracelets and keychains). Once the girls finished shopping and left, we sat down and she asked me questions. First, I was asked about my French experience and then about my design background. I showed her some of my jewelry and shoe designs from Jen's class, and she seemed to like them, calling the space-inspired ones "cute". Then, she explained that I'd be mostly responsible for making the jewelry and helping with sales. She asked if that sounded interesting, and I told her that it sounded great. I was then told that I'd hear an answer by then end of the week. Since it went pretty well, I felt confident.
Oh, did I mention that this interview was conducted ENTIRELY in French? Yeah, it was. Well, except for one part, where I didn't recognize what a word was and she told me in English. Later, though, I thought about it, and realized that I knew the terms she was using, so I felt like an idiot.)
The interview lasted about 45 minutes, and by the time I got back to my apartment, it was already after 1:30 pm. I ate lunch, and then went out to do errands. While leaving the building, I ran into Redza, Nisa's boyfriend, and we chatted for a few minutes. Then, I ran into Peter and Agnes on the street, and I talked with them about how my interview had gone. Finally getting back to my mission, I went to Reine to get some canvas samples for the future clutch, as well as Berty's to get a couple of display books so that I could start drawing up my (revised) Yohji and (new) accessories sketches.
So yeah, that's how that went.