Reply to Reviewers:
Puffin: I don't think Joey's dad is ever mentioned in the show, and I watch every episode. Thx for commenting.
PanDora: Aw, thank you! Phew, there's someone who actually agrees with me.
Nuin: I love ur fic Born to Servitude!
Elusia: omg, past and present, I always get them mixed. Thanks for telling me though.
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Disclaimer: don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, or the Jerry Seinfeld Show, so don't sue. Thx and enjoy!
Chapter Warning: just keep in mind that shit happens.
Pairing: SxJ
Chapter Summary: Joey goes for an interview...but it didn't turn out quite well.
Modeling Business – The Interview
Joey had met up with Yugi again at the shorter teen's game shop earlier that week. They both sat down and had a serious talk about this whole modeling thing. Well, Joey did most of the talking. Yugi just listened and nodded occasionally with an intense look in his eyes. After Joey had vowed to stay off of drugs, alcohol and plastic surgery, Yugi gladly offered the blonde his support like a best friend should. They then ran giddily up to the hobbit-man's bedroom and registered on his computer.
Two days later, Joey received an admission via e-mail for an interview. The blonde called up the rest of his gang and told them the exciting news. Everyone cheered him on, boosting his ego sky high. Even his father bothered to poke his head into the boy's room asking what the commotion was about. Since Joey neglected telling his dad about the modeling, he simply replied: "I got a job interview." That was good enough to send his old man off of the couch. So they hugged and danced, cooked and ate dinner together. The once broken family now seemed whole again.
The big day have finally arrived. This interview, unlike any other, requires no dress code. So Joey decides to go for casual – a white shirt and pair of navy jeans, all fresh out of the dryer. The blonde walked joyfully down the street, not only did he manage to skip school, he is also about to pursue a career that is going to earn him loads of money.
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Joey eyed the white-washed walls and wore grey carpet along with another 500 people in the small crowded room with utter disbelief. Before he has confirmed with someone, he thought he had entered the wrong building. This place is...well, let's just say is everything he has not imagined.
There are no chairs provided, so everyone has to stand. After an eternity of waiting, his name is finally called by a short lady with thick glasses. He is then led to the interview room. The big space consists of only one long glass able with 5 modernly designed chairs positioned behind it. Joey observes his surroundings and the bright light fixtures on the ceiling while wondering why the windows were covered up with black blinds.
"The executives shall be with you shortly." The little lady informed him before exiting.
Shortly means another 10 minutes of waiting. Joey is getting agitated and his legs are stiff from all the standing. So he walks boldly up to one of the chairs and plopped down, putting his legs up on the smooth surface of the glass table.
Just when he is getting comfortable, the door swings open and hits the wall with a 'bang'. Joey flinched as he watches a fellow glides into the room like that Kramer guy from the Jerry Seinfeld Show [1].
The Kramer act-alike rushes over to the glass table while loosening his tie. Seeing the bored expression displayed on his face, Joey wants to make a good impression. So he immediately got up and extends his hand for a handshake. "Hi, I'm-"
"Wheeler right?" the guy interrupts and sits down without much politeness while letting the other teen's hand hanging in mid-air.
"Yes." Joey lowers his hand, a bit bothered by the rudeness, but decides to let it slide.
"My name is Eric how ya doin' have a seat." Words are fired out of the guy's mouth like speeding bullets. Joey only has the time for an "Oh, okay." before Eric continues on blabbing.
After about 5 minutes of straight questioning and answering, Joey couldn't help it but to feel a little suspicious. "Where are all the other executives?" He voices out his thoughts which echoed in the big empty room, as the older man is writing something on his notepad.
"Huh?" Eric looks up dumbfounded like he was just born yesterday.
"Other executives," Joey repeats, getting frustrated – the guy really knows when to act dumb to tick you off. "Am I suppose to be interviewed by-"
"Oh yeah I forgot to tell you," the interviewer interrupted again, throwing away his notepad and pen at the same time. "I'm actually the executive's assistant's assistant the executives are all out on lunch with the assistant."
It took Joey some time to register those words, which sounds more like a tongue twister. "But your advertisement clearly stated that interviews are done with executives who work with professional models." Joey complained. And damn, he's got all the rights to. Especially when they made him stood there waiting for hours and then sends in a stick-up-the-ass assistant's assistant to evaluate him.
"Look man" Seeing the unsatisfied look on the applicant's face, Eric skeptically explained. "More people than expected have applied this time around so if we wanna stick to the schedule better keep on rollin' non-stop."
Assuming Joey is satisfied. The assistant's assistant went reaching for his discarded notepad and pen, not realizing that the blonde is now approaching the state of indignation.
"Now take off your clothe so I can see your body." [2]
Maybe because he didn't say it right, or maybe because of that unnerving attitude of his. Whatever the reason, as soon as those words came flying out of his mouth, Joey's fist came flying into his face. The enraged lad then bolts out of the room, leaving Eric behind on the floor with a swollen black-eye while crying over and over for his mommy.
But alas, Joey is not finished yet! He then stalks back to the waiting room and files a direct complain to that short woman. Poor little lady's pen went zooming across her notebook like an accelerating Mazda as Joey talks while trying to prevent that thick glasses of hers from sliding off of her nose.
Around dusk, after Joey is sure that he has said all he could say, the teen finally storms out of that interview building and starts the 3 miles fruitless journey home. Overall, today has been a big disappointment, and Joey swears to never consider modeling again.
A/N
This wonderful chapter is inspired by this OCAD interview I went to when applying for universities. I arrived there at appox. 1:30 in the afternoon, got home about 6:30 in the evening, the whole interview (there were 2 sessions in total) took only half hour MAX. For the rest of the hours I sat there like an idiot WAITING!
Oh and that Eric guy is also modified from this professor who interviewed me. He talked like one of those auction hosts, like rapid fire, like there's no frigin' tomorrow. I kept on saying "pardon me" to him cuz I couldn't understand most of the things he said. No offence to that professor though, I am sure he is an extremely talented artist – as an OCAD professor, he has to be – but please, can he just at least talk slower?
Btw, don't worry ppl, Joey is gonna turn rich and famous in my next chapter "the road to fame", oh and Seto is gonna be in there too.=D
Footnotes
[1] Please tell me you know the Jerry Seinfeld Show. To refresh your memory, Kramer is the guy with the messy puffy hair, who always comes up with weird theory/inventions that makes no sense or money.
[2] They don't take off your clothe in real model interview. But this ain't reality TV, besides, I need a good reason to punch the guy's lights out.
