The One With Gucci
AN: whatever. I hope you like the shorter chapters.
DISCLAIMER: yea, yea, you know it already!
Monica had called everyone to let them know that the twins had walked. But today was another day: Rachel's day. She was ready for her interview. Evidently, Gucci was willing to go on another interview with her (so was Louis Vaton or however you spell it, which was the place that wanted her to move to Paris, right?, but she thought it'd be better to stay in New York). Rachel walked up to the person-who-sits-you (someone tell me what the name for that person is, please) at the restaurant.
"Hello, I have a reservation with Gucci. G-u-c-c-i. Yea, It looks like 'gucky' but is actually pronounced 'goo-chy'." She said.
"Oh-kay. Well the interviewer for 'gucky' will be here soon. Lemme' show you to his regular table."
Rachel sat down. At that same time the interviewer came in and sat down.
"Well Rachel Greene, how are you today?"
"Fine."
"Good, so, tell me about you past jobs."
"Well, I started out as a waitress," Rachel began, "and then I went to this very small-small-um fashion business. Then I met this guy named Mark, who got me an interview with Bloomingdales. And I was hired. Then two years after that I went to Ralph Lauren." Rachel said nervously. "And I was with Ralph Lauren for uh- about six years, and now here we are!"
"Good, good, vr'good. Now, what do you think is your best asset in which you'll bring to the company?"
"Well, I know fashion. Whatever it is, ya' know? And-you know-I just love Gucci, and I am organized and responsible…and everything." Rachel knew the interview was going bad.
NEXT SCENE
"Sweetie, how'd you do?" Ross asked.
"Well, that guy was insane. I mean, I don't know anyone that would do what he did!"
"Really?"
"Yea, 'cause HE HIRED ME!" Rachel yelled.
"Oh God, that's great!"
