Antsy aardvarks all
accept ants accordingly
as an addiction

Bamboo bayonets
bought by barbaric, beastly
barons bite beatniks

Cloistered cobblers can
color candy-cane conches
concealing crooners

Daffodils doodle
daydreams down, debauchery
demons deafening

Every eon each
electric elephant eats
eleven elk eggs

For fun fantasies
file films filosophic'ly
filling filaments

Go get greens
Get grass grayer gal
goonie ghoul

Hello high hammock
how hooligans heave haddocks
heathenly hecklers

Igloos ixist in
icy islands interning
internationally

Jello jam jizzy
Jacks jostling jewels juney
jump jump joop jail

While i was guaranteed eternal advice and happiness in my exclusive group of friends at our tri-weekly lunches and weekend clubbings, I simultaneously indulged myself in the pleasure of being surrounded by an erroneous kind of couple, the lesbians.  Stefanie and Andy were the token lesbians in our group of friends.  Token lesbians proved to be a great asset to our group for warding off unwanted straight guys looking for a way too easy lay.  My friendship with Stef and Andy would give me my way in to all of the lesbian and gay bars in the city notorious for their ***** ***** martinis laced with desire and chilling excitement on pretty girls drink free everyday.  Whenever i needed that "unique" night out on the beautiful New York town, Stef and Andy were right there to buy my first beer.  Everyone has to have that one token gay couple, no matter man or woman.  Some of us choose to flaunt our outrageous choice of friends all over the most elite restaurants and parties across Manhattan as a way to boost our inner self-esteem; while others specifically keep them around to ******* our conservative elders who refuse to give over our much deserving trust funds.  Stef, Andy and i had been friends for nearly eight years.  I met Stef on my first day of working at the Times, she was a fellow new employee fresh out of intern training hell.  From day one, we stuck together like glue knowing that if we played our cards right and made friends with the archangels of New York literary heaven, eventually we'd see the light of God.  We had thought the hazing of interning at this stress packed **** hole was horrifying but we had only experienced a slit of what true work was.  The slaving over deadlines and editorial reviews had cut our souls in half and drained our eyes of tears.  Stepping out of one of the most powerful buildings in New York, the fresh smell of cigarettes and brandy flowing through the opening and shutting doors of the nearest bar half a block away.  Given the name and outer decor was a huge signal that this place was not somewhere i would usually find myself after work on a Friday night, the offer of "first round on me" boggled my thought process.  Stef persuaded me to walk alongside her as we paraded our way through the busy rush hour traffic of guilty hubbies simply wishing to get home and bang the life out of their trophy wives in hopes that their women would forget the minor incident involving someone else's lingerie ending up in the ***** clothes on Wednesday morning.  Boredom had overtaken me personally as well earlier that week when i overheard Stef confirm with someone named "Andy" that she'd be at "The Heel" as soon as she could leave this "constipated place of crap".  Much to my surprise, my third eye skills lacked as I was under the impression that A) "Andy" was a boy, B)  Stef was straight, and C) I would end up going home with one lucky bachelor tonight who made the wrong mistake of being able to order a ***** *** and coke on ice and dance like his *** drive depended on it.  Fortunately, I was wrong on all of the above and while i was repeatedly hit on by pixie cut after pixie cut, i lost my gay bar virginity, gained my token lesbian couple, and went home tipsy as a homeless man on Fifth Avenue.

So you've made it through interning, the resume and rounds of interviews to land your first job in fashion—now what? Your internship experience and ability to recite The Devil Wears Pradaverbatim may make you think you have all your initial skill sets down pat, but there's still a lot to learn in the first few months of a new job. No matter what your exact position is, here are the keys to starting your fashion career off with a bang.

1) Don't be afraid to ask questions. Always, always, always ask questions. You don't know everything—to be fair, you don't know a lot of things yet—and that's totally okay. Your bosses and supervisors will respect you more if you ask questions and do things the right way instead of winging things and messing them up.

2) Take initiative. You already got the job offer, don't expect formal invitations from your boss on a daily basis inviting you to do new job tasks—step up to the plate and get sh*t done. Don't wait around for someone to ask you to do something, figure out what needs to be done and do it— you will be that much more valuable to your company.

3) Always wear a good attitude. Yes, you work in fashion and yes, you're concerned about your daily wardrobe but all the Gucci in the world won't make a difference if your attitude *****. Focus on how you act amongst and work with your team first and foremost—a good attitude will get you ahead faster than any pair of shoes.

4) Do more than what's in your job description. If you thought those three little bullet points of responsibilities in your job listing were going to be all you do on a daily basis, think again. You're not here to get comfortable in your daily routine (there are plenty of other industries for that, fashion is not one). Go above and beyond and find ways to expand your position, making yourself more of an asset to your team. Yes, this means more work because the fashion industry is a lot of work, despite what you saw while watching The Hills.

5) Master the art of networking. In fashion, this is an especially crucial skill to learn right away. Try going to an industry event solo (no using your co-workers as a crutch) so you're forced to network with other people. The industry may seem huge but it's actually pretty small, you never know who you'll meet and be able to work with in the future. Networking within your own company also counts and is important too!

6) Let your personality shine through. This is not the time to be shy. Embrace your own personality, that's what's going to set you apart from others in your job.

7) Be accessible. That's not to say you should chain yourself to your desk or become a slave to your inbox, but, especially in your first couple years of working, you need to put in more time in order to make yourself indispensable.

8) Mind your social media reputation. Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter and Facebook are all important tools for helping to grow your personal brand (and a necessary presence in the fashion world), but use them wisely. The lines on what is and isn't professionally acceptable can get a little blurry, especially now with Snapchat. Good rule of thumb: don't post anything anywhere that you wouldn't be comfortable with your boss reading out loud in a meeting.

9) Ask for feedback. Schedule one-on-one meetings with your supervisors to ask for feedback on your job performance and ask any questions you may have. Listen, listen, listen to all feedback and make note of it so you can improve where necessary.

10) Utilize the resources around you. Chances are you're working with or in the vicinity of industry veterans who've already racked up years of experience. Use them for guidance and any questions you might have; they can teach you things about the fashion world that you won't find on Google.

11) Stay in the know. All clichés aside, you really do have to have a passion for fashion to excel (just don't write that on your resume or anywhere for that matter, please). With the industry constantly changing, it's important to keep up with all the latest fashion news, designer changes and It girls of the moment—it's important to know all those things in order to really **** it at your job.

12) Fake it 'til you make it. Everyone fakes some confidence when it comes to executing your job. You may feel like you have no idea what you're doing, but be confident in your decision-making and daily routine—you did land the job for a reason, after all.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-sydney

So I landed my dream job
Interning at a TV station
I was there for about a good two weeks
Before I ended up in this situation

I was cleaning off the cameras
When the news lady asked for my name
Jean  she said hers was
I replied with mine and she so nicely
Welcomed me in, deadening my nervous buzz.

Anyway one Friday nighy
I was helping close down that day
As I turned off the cameras
I noticed robin In her office, with a strange look on her face

We locked eyes for a brief moment, and I realized what was creating that look on her face
Her hands were underneath her desk, a triangle they slowly traced

I caught myself and tried to refocus on my job
But blood began to rush south
I tried to think with my head instead of my ****
But suddenly i heard my name called out.

I walked tentatively inside the office, naturally very shy,
She ripped my jeans off and pushed me onto her desk
And my C_ck she began to ride

After 20 minutes of relentless ***
She said she needed to get over her ex
I got up and put my clothes on
She said she'd get me a permanent job here
As long as I kept ******* her, "come on." she said, "it'll be fun"