This was in college about ten years ago. I had good grades. I already knew I was going to an Ivy League school for an MBA after graduation. I’d already had a “serious” summer job where I got business and management experience. And I’d been in a competitive academic environment since I entered prep school in ninth grade.
I just wanted ONE fun job. I’d never worked retail or as a waitress. I was chasing any type of gig in music. Anything with concert promotion or a small label.
I got a couple of interviews that went nowhere. I was too young or inexperienced or, as one stoner hippie chick told me, “not just a good fit.” I always come off as this demure, Hispanic good girl. And I’m sure the private high school and college didn’t help around people who’d mostly gone to state college or just been in the industry forever without any schooling.
The funny thing is my boarding school experience was probably wilder then they could even fathom. I wasn’t ACTUALLY a good girl. Even at 21 I already had years of experimenting with sex and drugs under my belt. Just not rock and roll.