this part really sucks
In 2004, I had an interview for a gig at Fortune. I had $10.13 to my name. When I showed up for the interview, the editor paused and said “This is how you show up to an interview? You need a haircut. And your tie is dirty.” I explained that I only had enough money for either a Salvation Army tie or a haircut, and I had wagered on the value of a tie (even though I had selected a dirty brown polyester one). Then he looked at my clips and said “Don’t you hate this part, when I’m pretending to read your work that I clearly haven’t read already?” I said, yes, actually, this part really sucks. Then he asked me, without looking at me, if I read Fortune. “No,” I said. “I’m young and poor. Why would I read Fortune?” The silence went on long enough that I got distracted by the thought that his office was bigger than my studio in Harlem. Then he laughed and said he liked honesty, and hired me.