I was just curling up with Fast Times at Ridgemont High on TBS, still nursing Friday’s hangover, when I received a delightful call from Krissie out of nowhere.
“HAY!” Krissie’s typical greeting.
“Hey girl, aren’t you at work?”
“Yep, sure am!” She lowered her voice, and I could tell she was talking out of the corner of her mouth. “I don’t know how the hell I made it through yesterday’s shift.”
“Tell me about it, I was sure we all wound up fired and homeless!”
“Ha ha, no, I did make it here… Only 15 minutes late. Buuuutt, Charli, we are so busy! We need help! The holiday season is upon us, and the West Village is dying for chic, design-y gifts. Would you want to work weekends here through Christmas?”
Krissie is a salesperson at MXLPIX, a longstanding West Village gift and housewares boutique with a humorous, modern bent.
“What would I do?”
“You’d work with meeeeee!”
“On the floor?”
“Yeah! It’s the best! You just write receipts, help keep things stocked and explain our products to the neighborhood folks. Come on, Charli, you have to, you’d be perfect!”
“What are the hours?”
“Saturday eleven to seven, Sunday noon to five. Fifteen dollars an hour.”
I did some mental calculations.
Rapidly growing credit card bills + no boyfriend + no prospects + lackluster salary =
Weekend Job?
Yes, please!
“When do I start?”
“Next weekend! And you can work pretty much every weekend until Christmas?”
“Mmmmmm…. I was planning on going to Michigan for Thanksgiving.”
“I’ll say that you already have that booked.”
“Thanks, Kris…. So…. See you Saturday at MXLPIX at 11:00?” “Exactly! Thanks, girl!”
Now, to celebrate my last moments of freedom by laying in my room, watching TV and listening to music.
deux mille six 