It's summer time again. Summer is here? Summer isn't until the middle of June you say? Well, not if you're a college student it isn't. For us, summer begins as soon as finals ends. Now, I bet you're wondering: "Naomi, why the calendar talk? Shouldn't you be writing about fashion?" Yes. That is true. But, wait! Everybody needs money - uh, oh you're thinking, another sidetrack - naah, just think: what do I need money for?  For clothes and accessories of course! And how do you get money? A job. And what do college students immediately start thinking about as soon as classes end - if they haven't done so already? A summer job! So that's what this post is all about, summer jobs those temporary, short lived things that are supposed to garner us tuition and spending money and some much valued experience as well. One of the great things about working at a company is that you get to surround yourself with really sharp people who you can tap into when you need some advice. Those sort of jobs are usually called internships. But what makes a great employee is being able to trust not just those people, but yourself. There’s really something inside every employee that just knows when something’s right… or not.
Well, enough of a resume's cover letter, it's time to take stock of what I've got and can get with it,
meaning: what's my past work experience and how can I apply that experience to get something good out of this summer? So, I worked for the Detroit Auto show as a car girl - more about that later get back to the old grind in just a bit - I had a summer job at an ad agency, working as a dancer - no, not that kind of dancer - at a club,  and there's something I've had my eye on for a while it's this:

 I gave Mr. Ali a call some time back, didn't speak to him, it was someone else, explained my work
experience in the entertainment biz and that I am in college, was asked to be interviewed,
went to the interview - more about that later - and yay! I was offered a paid internship.
The down side is that it is just for the duration of the Grand Prix and the motor sports surrounding it, and that's pretty short. So I'm going to have to start looking for something else as well, though I think I've got that covered, more about that, too, later.
During my interview for the Grand Prix gig, I was curious about what just the heck I'd be doing.
Now, that's where the fashion part comes in. You might have read my post about car girls - sorry, the post about my own car girl experience is coming up, just you wait - and it seems I'll be doing something along those lines, here, take a look:

Matching uniforms, except for the shoes. Not sure if that's what I'll be wearing, got to check back in soon.
That's about the size of it. Now, as I wrote earlier, the Grand Prix isn't the only show in town on Belle Isle,
they don't call Detroit the motor city for nothing. Of course there are other similar jobs, check these out:

 I'm not sure if they're local girls or not. They're working for a toy car company that sponsored a truck race preceding the main event. Two, different, uniforms and like the Grand Prix gals, dissimilar shoes. But wait! One of them looks familiar! Oh, there she is:

 Seems there's more to their job than just handing out trophies. You can get a lot of information out of
just photos, a picture really is worth a thousand words. And there are other jobs still yet, like what this young lady is doing:

 Helping some drivers autograph posters by means of looking pretty. Last, but not least, the Italian tire
company, Pirelli, gets into the act with their own sponsored race, and, their own team of girls to deliver the goods, or goodies:

 In answer to my previous uncertainty, my economic sense tells me that both Pirelli and the toy car company, Traxxas, must have hired local girls and provided the uniforms; I can't see them busing or flying their awards girl teams from city to city. 
What the girl on the far left is wearing reminds me of what I wore  to the Grand Prix last year when I went to it with my ex Buddy: just a t-shirt, jeans and platform sandals. We didn't stay for the whole race, just passing through, frankly I was bored and only went because Buddy is such an avid motorsports
fan. You don't need tickets to watch the race, it crawls all over Belle Isle and there are lots of places, except for the finish line (seats for bread) to get severe hearing damage. Let me tell you baby, it is loud! Especially when the only thing between you and the cars is a wire fence and it's like you're sitting in you're den and they come ripping right by your couch. Oh wait! I said I was bored! Now, does ripping through my den sound bored? Bored is bored... No, no it's the whole thing, the whole scene, that's what I told the interviewer at my job interview, ok, that's another story that I'm sure you'll want to check back here about later.
Until then, hope your summer, er, spring is going great.
Catchya later.
Ciao.