If I haven't already mentioned in a previous installation of this series, I work for free: $0 a day, every day, all summer. I'm actually totally fine with this. You've got to pay your dues in this industry and I knew going in that no fashion internship was going to pay me unless I was in the merchandising or retail side of a big name company (and I'd rather die).
But I do think that you can only ask so much of an unpaid intern. For example, the fact that I worked from 7:30 a.m.-7:30 p.m. on Friday is absolutely insane, even more insane when you consider the fact that I worked a solid two hours longer than the company's actual employees. I was excited for the weekend to refresh and come back to a hopefully much less chaotic and much more smooth sailing week. That didn't happen.
Let me just say this: I absolutely love my boss. She's funny and bitchy and cool as shit. The owner of the company, however, I'm not such a fan of. This company would be great to work for and going into work everyday would be something to look forward to, if it wasn't for the "King of Bullshit" himself, aka my boss.
I'm not being dramatic or playing this up for the sake of this article; he is the most unreasonable man I have ever met. He's the kind of guy who, if he asked you to walk on water would expect you to literally walk on water.
This week was filled with unreasonable requests, even more than usual. Monday started off with the request that the other intern and I deliver a package 20 blocks away in less than 15 minutes... walking. Now I know I failed a math class or two in my day but I do know that that is absolutely not possible. Of course he was mad when it was 5 minutes late, which is absolutely absurd. Sorry I'm not fucking magic.
Then there was the request to fit a whole shipment of clothes, which is normally about 30 pieces, into a closet that was already overflowing to the point it would not shut. That took a solid hour to figure out. And lastly came the shit storm that was yesterday's sample closet debacle. The other intern and I were asked to stay late and refold a closet that holds samples for the current live season, which was no problem. Like I said, in this industry, you pay your dues.
We spent a solid hour and a half, sorting, steaming and folding pieces to get this already packed closet to look as neat as possible. Even after all of that work, we still received a screenshot of an email he sent to my direct report later that evening complaining about what a shitty job we did and the fact that he had to spend an hour of his time redoing the closet. When I got in this morning, I checked the closet to see what he thought it should look like: It looked nearly identical to the way the other intern and I left it. I think it goes without saying that it lit me up.
I'm going to wrap up with this: As soon as he starts calling me by my name, I'll start putting a little more effort into bending over backwards to accomplish the impossible. And for any of you dealing with bullshit bosses, I get it. Just remember that you're building your resume and as cheesy as it sounds, you're also building your character.