Imagine you score a job at one of the top overhy erhem, rightfully hyped conglomerates of the planet and on top you get a personal assistant (we used to call them secretaries, but that's not modern enough HR explained).
And not only that but you will also have a fancy welcome dinner on the company's expense.
(well more likely you'll end up as a salary girl like Christine working 10-12 hour every day and then entertain your incompetent manager - all while wearing ridiculously high heels. But if you keep at it and keep at it, maybe you can climb the corporate ladder. So gambatene ! )