As we all know the office is a lot like school but without the option to leave at 4pm. As with all classroom situations this of course means some people get better marks than others. Planet DG is no different, except of course the staff are better dressed.
As a fan of Gossip Girl I'll be brutally honest and say I consider myself more akin to Blair Waldorf ‘s character than Serena van der Woodsen’s. Back in the day of Sex and the City the desperate feminine desire to be Carrie was a competitive sport and the only possible excuse for those oversized corsages - these days however the next generation of fashion cupboard fodder are all clambering to be Serena van der Woodsen who makes Carrie Bradshaw look like an eccentric aunt.
As a character Serena van der Woodsen is of course head girl material. All smiles, blonde flowing locks, acres of 'closet space' and an expense account that ensure she looks presentable at all times. One could of course argue Blair has the same and more, but what Blair lacks is luck and that easy charm that can be incredibly annoying to be permanently around but of course gets you places.
Blair tries she really does of course to get those A-grades, a boyfriend, the happily ever after - but something never quite works and somebody else walks off with the prize. Seen from the fictional setting of Gossip Girl's Constance Billard prep school, the office is really not that much different.
Here on planet DG - the same prizes are coveted but of course the stakes are much higher. The entire office wants to live happily ever after in next season's collections but in order to do so they must first ensure they receive the ‘sought after office prize’, an illusive stamp of honour that strangely enough comes courtesy of a fax (our in-house version of vintage).
The lucky recipient of this prize - a personalized Mr.G message, first receives a call from one of his assistants alerting them to check the fax machine. For a lucky office member, this is all they need to hear (there's nothing vintage of course about bad news which comes through on a cell phone direct from the man himself). The fax message – the precious commodity should then be posted/pin/taped to the wall like a badge of hour. Girl/Boy done good.
Just like on the fictional Upper East Side and Blair’s regular falls from grace, there is always a loser in these power games and in the ‘real’ world I appear to be that loser. Whilst colleagues unleash yet another roll of sellotape aiming to get Mr.G’s full-set (top, bene, bravissimi and bravo), I’m yet to get even a fax error report.
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