Fashionista

A few days ago, I received an early morning SMS from one of the company's CEOs. By virtue of his position in the company, I automatically tagged the message as urgent. I told him that I was in my cubicle and that he could call me at my local. He texted back saying that he's on the road and not at the office, and so he'd rather call me at my mobile phone. When my phone rang its distinct Mission Impossible theme ring tone (my Office caller group ring tone), and with his full name glaring at my phone's screen, I said "This is Ben" with a semi-petrified tone. I knew this matter couldn't wait...and I could be in trouble (but why oh why???)

Ears pressed heavily on my earpiece, the CEO told me that the reason why he called was that because he has a fashion emergency...and that he was told that I am the official wardrobe consultant aka fashion guru of the department. Holy smokes! All the heebie-jeebies for this. Argh.

After whipping up a Banana Republic formal/office look for his early evening/dinnerish event, we settled for a black three-button suit, a plain white shirt, a really loud orange tie, and lots of yuppie spunk. Ah. All is well. When the CEO is happy, the company is happy. ;-)

After hanging up, I started laughing my guts out. Me? A frickin' fashionista? NOT. But then, I look at one of my college bestfriends' testimonials in Friendster (yes, I, too, have that), and I quote,

Started to know Ben during freshman year at UP, when his sartorial taste was limited only to UP shirts and maong pants, with matching Mojos sandals as his footwear. Of course, the size of his wardrobe has grown substantially since then, marami nang nakahalong damit na may tatak that would require tongue calisthenics for most Pinoys to be able to pronounce. [end quote],

I realized, yep. Maybe I am fashionista. Haha...

What has this world come to? ;-p