Well really, it didn't make that much of a difference in the end. We all did our thing and looked damn good. But you know all that, you read the play-by-play. It was after the contest ended that having Mr. Corporate around got a little interesting. There we were talking and generally sucking up and it came up that I play the guitar. This is what followed:
Mr. Corporate: "Wait, YOU'RE the guitar playing Hooters Girl?!"
Sauce: "Yeah, I guess that's me. I do indeed play the guitar."
I then expected him to say that he had heard about me from another corporate employee I had played for. In fact, that employee had played me through her phone for another corporate employee. Naturally, at this point I assumed that had been Mr. Corporate. I was wrong.
Mr. Corporate: "The guitar playing Hooters Girl that blogs. The Hooters blog."
Uh oh. I am now totally unprepared. I feel my face flush as I worry about what he may say next.
Mr. Corporate: "I LOVE your blog. It's great! I read it and forward it and everyone just loves it."
Sauce: Sigh of relief, "Thank you! I'm glad I'm not overstepping my place as a Hooters Girl."
Mr. Corporate: "Hardly. Even the ones that rip on Hooters are great. You give the Hooters Girl a human face."
So on and so forth. All I know is that I think it's pretty cool that corporate reads my blog. I think it's even cooler that corporate actually likes my blog. Thank goodness. I can't imagine what would have happened had he said they hated it. Well actually, I can. It would have involved a lot less blogging and a lot more deleting. You get my drift.
Oh and corporate, if you're reading this I'd love to work for you. I have a marketing degree you know. And I'm awesome. I could write for your magazine or maybe do some design work. Drop me a line.