The next morning, Jennifer arrives to wake everyone up at 7:30 AM. They've been booked on a job. They arrive at Bloomingdale's, where they'll be working as brand ambassadors. Stephanie, the Bloomingdale's fashion director, tells them that they'll be walking the floors, exuding fun and fashion. They'll need to know what they're wearing, including the fabrics and the prices. They'll be having a go-see with her to test whether or not they look good in the clothes. In the dressing rooms, they get quick stats on the clothes, and go out in front of Stephanie to be quizzed on them. Everyone looks good in the clothes, of course. Ronnie, in his zeal to cover all the bases, identifies his vest as being a cotton/polyester blend. "Don't use the P word," Stephanie tells him, cringing. "That has a negative connotation." Ronnie: "Really?" Oh, come on. Don't tell me a gay man didn't know that. Ben starts off nervous, really, saying in the dressing rooms that selling stuff isn't his strong point. Um...In front of the fashion director, he pretty much goes out of his way to commit contest-suicide. "Is this something you would wear yourself?" Jennifer asks, testing him on customer interactions. Ben: "I don't dress up." Uh...I seriously have no words. Dude. Stephanie is a nice lady, and instead of dismissing him without hesitation as she would in probably any real-world situation, says he's a little stiff in the outfit and should change into another one. "If it's not 'you,'" she kindly says, "it's not going to work with the customer." Changing clothes, Ben tells the camera, oh-so-smugly, that he's having a hard time being natural. How is he supposed to be natural when he's selling something? "It's like a car salesman, you know?" he says, shivering with disdain. Oh, child.