After a long talking at (from Thing Two AT me) and some attempted guilt tripping ("its not my fault, stop saying its my fault, you dont like me?") I AM DOOOONE
OUT
Tomorrow at 9:45 I leave Milano
15:45 I arrive in Toronto.
life is good!
now to find an alarm clock.
The discussion went as I had expected. I told them the conditions, they tried to guilt trip me out of my choice. Then after a couple minutes of the bs they were trying to feed me, they gave in. They took my phone, book, and set cards, and gave me a flight home.
Check and mate. Now king me.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
So as it stands I am bored (:O shocker eh?)
Now stuff is getting shitty, some people need to be shot, then pillaged, others need a pat on the back, others still need to send me home.
So its over for the season, I sent an email to my mother agent saying
"I am going home by Friday, and there are two ways I can get there.
1) You can send me home, and I will stay with the modelling thing for a bit.
2) I ship myself home, and drop modelling all together. "
Its not word for word, but basically thats whats happening now. Tomorrow I am headed into Elite to tell them... Should be fun.
Now stuff is getting shitty, some people need to be shot, then pillaged, others need a pat on the back, others still need to send me home.
So its over for the season, I sent an email to my mother agent saying
"I am going home by Friday, and there are two ways I can get there.
1) You can send me home, and I will stay with the modelling thing for a bit.
2) I ship myself home, and drop modelling all together. "
Its not word for word, but basically thats whats happening now. Tomorrow I am headed into Elite to tell them... Should be fun.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
I hate being nice.
Seriously... It never gets me anywhere.
Eamon and I go for a random walk to leave the The Devils Thrown Room (also known as "Where I live"). Always fun to walk in the same giant circles around the same beautiful but dirty. The only way it could be dirtier is if it was filled with Brazilian guys... The sad part it is...
Anyways, when we get home from the random walk, we sit around for a bit (watch another beer make a leap of faith off the railing, to certain demise.) and watched a water fight, then ended up in playing "Nice Guy" and helped one of the really, as Julian would say, "Swerved" Swedish girls back to her room (I didn't want her sleeping on my porch and bringing down the overall class of the hotel)...
The part that piss' me off is that they drank my beer and ate my pizza while I was gone.
But seriously, learn to drink. If your going to smoke, don't drink as much... Its just common sense.
OR
When I clean your sorry ass off the sidewalk take me out for a nice dinner and a movie... or something...
We went to a pool today, I have never seen so many people in such a small place in my life. It was mandatory to wear a swim cap... The sad part was that you could still see the hair jell in the water...
Back to the bitching about hating being nice. Nico has a girl friend, and they have been together for a while, and he cheats so much. Almost as if if didn't cheat he would implode... Not saying thats a bad thing at this point.
I'm getting bored of this, everything here is just not cool. I shouldn't have to lock everything I own up before I leave the house. I shouldn't be worried that everything I own is being used and abused when I go to bed. Hell the people who are stealing it are the people I live with every day. I can't comprehend how someone could steal from you one day and joke around with you the next.
To break even this year, I will have to make in the region of 8k (gross). I will get half of that (rest is the agencies cut), then from what I get 3k will go to paying off hotels, flights, set cards (300 euros) and all that shit. Then the other 1k is to make up for everything I have lost/spent.
To add to the things that went missing while I have been here.
1 Hydrofoil jacket, Large, Black
[/disgruntled, pissed off, bored as hell, post]
PS I have had something in my eye for the last 2 days and its pissing me off
Seriously... It never gets me anywhere.
Eamon and I go for a random walk to leave the The Devils Thrown Room (also known as "Where I live"). Always fun to walk in the same giant circles around the same beautiful but dirty. The only way it could be dirtier is if it was filled with Brazilian guys... The sad part it is...
Anyways, when we get home from the random walk, we sit around for a bit (watch another beer make a leap of faith off the railing, to certain demise.) and watched a water fight, then ended up in playing "Nice Guy" and helped one of the really, as Julian would say, "Swerved" Swedish girls back to her room (I didn't want her sleeping on my porch and bringing down the overall class of the hotel)...
The part that piss' me off is that they drank my beer and ate my pizza while I was gone.
But seriously, learn to drink. If your going to smoke, don't drink as much... Its just common sense.
OR
When I clean your sorry ass off the sidewalk take me out for a nice dinner and a movie... or something...
We went to a pool today, I have never seen so many people in such a small place in my life. It was mandatory to wear a swim cap... The sad part was that you could still see the hair jell in the water...
Back to the bitching about hating being nice. Nico has a girl friend, and they have been together for a while, and he cheats so much. Almost as if if didn't cheat he would implode... Not saying thats a bad thing at this point.
I'm getting bored of this, everything here is just not cool. I shouldn't have to lock everything I own up before I leave the house. I shouldn't be worried that everything I own is being used and abused when I go to bed. Hell the people who are stealing it are the people I live with every day. I can't comprehend how someone could steal from you one day and joke around with you the next.
To break even this year, I will have to make in the region of 8k (gross). I will get half of that (rest is the agencies cut), then from what I get 3k will go to paying off hotels, flights, set cards (300 euros) and all that shit. Then the other 1k is to make up for everything I have lost/spent.
To add to the things that went missing while I have been here.
1 Hydrofoil jacket, Large, Black
[/disgruntled, pissed off, bored as hell, post]
PS I have had something in my eye for the last 2 days and its pissing me off
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Again this sucks.
My computer that sits near Nicos stuff (bad call I know) now doesn't charge. So I have roughly one hour and 20 minutes before this laptop becomes a paper weight.
So to recap how much money I have spent here.
700 euros on food and travel
$400 on my Ipod (stolen)
$100 on clothes (that have been stolen)
Toomuch for my computer that is now a paper weight.
~75 euros on food and beer that has gone missing in the place.
Then if you add in what I could have been making had I been at home over the summer, this place has failed even more.
GAH
I want to stay for the month only to say I did it. If I do, I'm not sure how sane I will be.
Though of the moment... I could go for a BBQ & beer with friends right about now, then work tomorrow at the coop.
My computer that sits near Nicos stuff (bad call I know) now doesn't charge. So I have roughly one hour and 20 minutes before this laptop becomes a paper weight.
So to recap how much money I have spent here.
700 euros on food and travel
$400 on my Ipod (stolen)
$100 on clothes (that have been stolen)
Toomuch for my computer that is now a paper weight.
~75 euros on food and beer that has gone missing in the place.
Then if you add in what I could have been making had I been at home over the summer, this place has failed even more.
GAH
I want to stay for the month only to say I did it. If I do, I'm not sure how sane I will be.
Though of the moment... I could go for a BBQ & beer with friends right about now, then work tomorrow at the coop.
Friday, July 4, 2008
So the cleaning ladies just yelled at me for everybody else's mess.
So Nico doesn't do his dishes, instead he just uses my one (I clean my own bowl, plate, for and spoon) so i have mine in the cupboard and in come the cleaning ladies and flip out at me for all the plates/pots in the sink. They don't speak English so they just point and scream in Italian, while I laugh and tell them in Italian (aka hand signals) that is isn't my mess.
Now I just realized that someone broke our glass table (The table is a metal frame with a glass surface, and one corner has broken off and balanced back in place, so if they wipe the table down it will collapse). Since I am the only person at home right now, I will be blamed for it. Should be good, another 200 euros that I don't have.
Someone stepped on my power cable, so where the plug goes in is now broken (the plug stays in, but moves up and down, so I assume the supports on the inside are broken).
Anyways back to doing nothing.
[Edit] They found the table, and I got yelled at.
So Nico doesn't do his dishes, instead he just uses my one (I clean my own bowl, plate, for and spoon) so i have mine in the cupboard and in come the cleaning ladies and flip out at me for all the plates/pots in the sink. They don't speak English so they just point and scream in Italian, while I laugh and tell them in Italian (aka hand signals) that is isn't my mess.
Now I just realized that someone broke our glass table (The table is a metal frame with a glass surface, and one corner has broken off and balanced back in place, so if they wipe the table down it will collapse). Since I am the only person at home right now, I will be blamed for it. Should be good, another 200 euros that I don't have.
Someone stepped on my power cable, so where the plug goes in is now broken (the plug stays in, but moves up and down, so I assume the supports on the inside are broken).
Anyways back to doing nothing.
[Edit] They found the table, and I got yelled at.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
So today I finally looked everywhere for my Ipod and it is officially gone.
So far I have had 2 pairs of boxers stolen
lots of small change
countless socks (I came here with 12 pairs of new dress socks, I have 5 left)
My 30G Ipod
All my music in the world was on that Ipod, now its all gone...
The plane ride home will suck.
Anyways, one casting today, I'll head over there in 2 min (its 600m away), then off to the agency to talk about what the fuck is happening with jobs.
So far I have had 2 pairs of boxers stolen
lots of small change
countless socks (I came here with 12 pairs of new dress socks, I have 5 left)
My 30G Ipod
All my music in the world was on that Ipod, now its all gone...
The plane ride home will suck.
Anyways, one casting today, I'll head over there in 2 min (its 600m away), then off to the agency to talk about what the fuck is happening with jobs.
Arguing 101
First and foremost, when engaging in an argument that has to do with lack of money for food, the only logical way to win is to faint due to lack of food/water.
First off heres the situation. The agency will give you 50 euros a week to live on. 50 euros barely cuts it. Think laundry is 12 euros (if you hang dry), and you will spend a minimum of 15 euros a week on transit (on average). So that leaves 23 euros for food, that works out to be pasta and sauce, and bottled water. The water here doesn't seem safe, the few times I refilled my water bottle I got sick (seems other people have run into the same problem) so I steer clear of it. Due to my lack of funds, they gave me 30 euros for the week. Lets do the math. 8 euros for laundry (no white load) and then 15 on travel. 23 euros. So that is 7 left. So after water (a must) that leave me with 5 euros for a weeks worth of food.
Tell me now if you don't follow.
I buy 1kg of pasta, ~2 euros, 2 pasta sauces, ~3 euros. So that is about lunch and dinner (no breakfast) for 2 days, if i stretch it.
So today was my third day of this (i managed to save a small bowl for lunch today).
The day starts, I cruse over to a casting on the far side of town (to far to walk), about 45 min. I get to the door, another model is trying to open it, and then we wait for a bit hitting the bell. Eventually it is unlocked and we walk inside (by this point 2 more models have joined us) to have a guy come out of a door down the stairs, and yell "the casting was yesterday, i don't know what elite is trying to do but the casting was yesterday" in his broken english. OKAY. So thats a little bit of a kick in the nuts, so I spend another euro to get home (my metro pass has run out for the month, so i have to pay again till i know if it is worth filling up again). Thats 2 euros, Thats 1 days food/water.
As pissed as I am, I head home before going to the agency (trying to get a point across while angry never works.... damn the coop for teaching me lessons). sit down, eat the rest of my breakfast (so the other half of my half bowl of pasta) and drink the last of my water (about a glass of it).
Oh yea, it was hot today, higher 30's would be my guess.
Anyways I eventually muster up the nerve (I can say that right? it makes sense?) to head over to the agency to talk about my flight. At this point I am still thinking what Nico told me is true, he told me he heard them say I was headed home on Friday. Since I hadn't got a confirmation email I was kind of confused.
So over I go, remember its hot. Everyone is walking on the shaded side of the street, even if it means walking with your shoulder against the wall. Eventually I get to the agency to have them tell me the way I behaved yesterday was bad and one of them said "I'm scared of you". Yea fucking right... Is that the reason you can't do your job? So I half joke and say "well at least one of you got it"... To which they respond "why are you mad at us... Aaaaaaaaand the floodgates broke. I'm sorry for what I did, only because if I had been thinking better I would have had the balls to raise it with them a while ago.
Whats done is done.
So I tell them I'm sick of getting screwed around (Them being the booker who first dealt with me, and the second one, I shall call them Thing one and Thing two). So Thing one takes up the argument and puts up a decent defence. We get kicked out of the building cause Thing Boss doesn't like it. So we go out to the balcony/fire escape/smoking platform, so continue the fight. We go at it for a while, I would guess 15-20 min, anyway we got through a lot of shit, stuff started to make sense... Then Thing Two came out, and just got up in my face (I realize that Italian people don't get the personal space thing, but it still piss' me off), and they tried to tag team me. Due to there low IQ's, unstructured arguements, and the fact I grew up with a lawyer (Professional arguer) it took maybe 5 min before I had Thing Two back on it's heels. By this point Thing One and I had sorted most of it out, and it was on my side/ acting translator for the most part. After another age (remember I was out side in the sun, walking around all day, and little food/water) Thing One gets a phone call (I had raised this as a point earlier on in the argument, and she hung up on once, I believe, then the second time she said "I really have to take this, can I?". Thing One has just hopped back into my Good Book (doesn't that refer to the bible? the Good Book?) anyways) Thing One leaves and Thing Two just starts again. At this point my mouth is pretty dry. I defend my self for a bit (Amazing how I could shoot him down one second, and his argument would come up again 2 points later. Thing Two is very good at rotating his arguments, great for killing time, bad for winning anything) eventually I start getting light headed and tell him I need some water, I get the whole "yea yea sure sure" look from Thing Two. But I needed it, so I pushed past him and into the door...frame. Yup I missed the door, by this time I knew the jig was up. He noticed it and went for some water as I went for the chair. I found the chair, I think.
I woke up on the other side of the table (this fuckers big, gotta be 3'x8') with Marco holding my feet in the air (I would assume to get the blood to my head) and my head in some bookers hands (he was from the womens side, so I have never met him till now... Yea great introduction, smooth Stuart, smooth).
Kinda cool, I remember walking to the table, felt like I was really drunk (from what people have told me it would have felt like, because I don't drink...Ever) and then having some awesome dream about the big ass glass table, some food and... I don't know what else. It was good though, believe you me (what ever the fuck that means).
So yea, I was out cold. So to wake up with your feet in the air, some random person holding your head and 10-20 people staring at you isn't the best thing ever.
DON'T WORRY, I won the argument.
I heard someone say something along the lines of "You need to eat and drink more" to which I quite quickly responded "you try living on 30 euros a week". How many of you would have had the quick mind to destroy all opposition to your point of view in one sentence, after having just woken up. As my little brother would say "powned".
Anyways, I lay in the casting room feet on a chair, head on a pillow, blocking the walk to the smoking porch at the agency sweaty as hell (apparently when you faint, you sweat. Whoda thunk it?) nauseous, feeling very drunk, and very thirsty and in comes the Top Dog (don't know her name, but apparently she's nice, with questionable fashion sense) with a shot glass of sugar water and a cup of salt. I don't think they realize that lots of salt and water = throwing up, I let it slide though. So I drank the sugar water, and had a finger full of salt, and then in comes Marco with a pop and a thing of crackers. Thats thinking! So It takes me 5-20 min to eat the crackers and drink the drink (still feeling kinda drunk..from what I hear...) and recover enough to test my trust feet. In this time I checked for head damage, no bumps and me still think right. During my recovery period the guys from the womens side kept popping in to see how I was doing, one of them offered me a smoke (Italian Medical treatment, Smoke it off), and another offered me a bottle of alcohol (which I declined because I don't drink... and wasn't sure if he was joking).
So... I won that argument AND got a power nap AND a free drink and crackers!!!
So in the end it sounds like I was out for a while. I heard conversation about how some bookers managed to talk about another model fainting at a casting the day before (I don't feel special anymore *insert sad face here*) and they managed, or so I understand, my Mother agency as well.
I get to go back tomorrow and end the discussion with Thing One. Should be a ball.
Now that you have read my novel of a day, please donate to the "Stuart's a broke model and needs more bee... Food fund" and send all credit cards, debit cards (with pin), and pre-signed cheques to
Stuart's Scam
His house
Milan
Hell
666
Please keep the bills to over 50 (of your respective currency) and put a red sticker on the top of all the mail bombs/bioweapons, so I can forward them to the appropriate places.
Now I'm off to bed with the knowledge that I beat the Casino and have enough money for food tomorrow (Income tax return, not more from the agency. The Casino never lends out money, don't be stupid.)
[Edit] No luck on the coming home on Friday, seems there are "Clients" who want to see me... aka Casino wanting its $$$$$$$ back (I know I know they take a calculated risk when sending a model over, but due to the fact this business is built on Lies and Trickery, and most models leaving in the next few days, I would assume it isn't costing them any more to keep me here then they had already budgeted out. But what do I know, I'm just a dumb ol' model)
First and foremost, when engaging in an argument that has to do with lack of money for food, the only logical way to win is to faint due to lack of food/water.
First off heres the situation. The agency will give you 50 euros a week to live on. 50 euros barely cuts it. Think laundry is 12 euros (if you hang dry), and you will spend a minimum of 15 euros a week on transit (on average). So that leaves 23 euros for food, that works out to be pasta and sauce, and bottled water. The water here doesn't seem safe, the few times I refilled my water bottle I got sick (seems other people have run into the same problem) so I steer clear of it. Due to my lack of funds, they gave me 30 euros for the week. Lets do the math. 8 euros for laundry (no white load) and then 15 on travel. 23 euros. So that is 7 left. So after water (a must) that leave me with 5 euros for a weeks worth of food.
Tell me now if you don't follow.
I buy 1kg of pasta, ~2 euros, 2 pasta sauces, ~3 euros. So that is about lunch and dinner (no breakfast) for 2 days, if i stretch it.
So today was my third day of this (i managed to save a small bowl for lunch today).
The day starts, I cruse over to a casting on the far side of town (to far to walk), about 45 min. I get to the door, another model is trying to open it, and then we wait for a bit hitting the bell. Eventually it is unlocked and we walk inside (by this point 2 more models have joined us) to have a guy come out of a door down the stairs, and yell "the casting was yesterday, i don't know what elite is trying to do but the casting was yesterday" in his broken english. OKAY. So thats a little bit of a kick in the nuts, so I spend another euro to get home (my metro pass has run out for the month, so i have to pay again till i know if it is worth filling up again). Thats 2 euros, Thats 1 days food/water.
As pissed as I am, I head home before going to the agency (trying to get a point across while angry never works.... damn the coop for teaching me lessons). sit down, eat the rest of my breakfast (so the other half of my half bowl of pasta) and drink the last of my water (about a glass of it).
Oh yea, it was hot today, higher 30's would be my guess.
Anyways I eventually muster up the nerve (I can say that right? it makes sense?) to head over to the agency to talk about my flight. At this point I am still thinking what Nico told me is true, he told me he heard them say I was headed home on Friday. Since I hadn't got a confirmation email I was kind of confused.
So over I go, remember its hot. Everyone is walking on the shaded side of the street, even if it means walking with your shoulder against the wall. Eventually I get to the agency to have them tell me the way I behaved yesterday was bad and one of them said "I'm scared of you". Yea fucking right... Is that the reason you can't do your job? So I half joke and say "well at least one of you got it"... To which they respond "why are you mad at us... Aaaaaaaaand the floodgates broke. I'm sorry for what I did, only because if I had been thinking better I would have had the balls to raise it with them a while ago.
Whats done is done.
So I tell them I'm sick of getting screwed around (Them being the booker who first dealt with me, and the second one, I shall call them Thing one and Thing two). So Thing one takes up the argument and puts up a decent defence. We get kicked out of the building cause Thing Boss doesn't like it. So we go out to the balcony/fire escape/smoking platform, so continue the fight. We go at it for a while, I would guess 15-20 min, anyway we got through a lot of shit, stuff started to make sense... Then Thing Two came out, and just got up in my face (I realize that Italian people don't get the personal space thing, but it still piss' me off), and they tried to tag team me. Due to there low IQ's, unstructured arguements, and the fact I grew up with a lawyer (Professional arguer) it took maybe 5 min before I had Thing Two back on it's heels. By this point Thing One and I had sorted most of it out, and it was on my side/ acting translator for the most part. After another age (remember I was out side in the sun, walking around all day, and little food/water) Thing One gets a phone call (I had raised this as a point earlier on in the argument, and she hung up on once, I believe, then the second time she said "I really have to take this, can I?". Thing One has just hopped back into my Good Book (doesn't that refer to the bible? the Good Book?) anyways) Thing One leaves and Thing Two just starts again. At this point my mouth is pretty dry. I defend my self for a bit (Amazing how I could shoot him down one second, and his argument would come up again 2 points later. Thing Two is very good at rotating his arguments, great for killing time, bad for winning anything) eventually I start getting light headed and tell him I need some water, I get the whole "yea yea sure sure" look from Thing Two. But I needed it, so I pushed past him and into the door...frame. Yup I missed the door, by this time I knew the jig was up. He noticed it and went for some water as I went for the chair. I found the chair, I think.
I woke up on the other side of the table (this fuckers big, gotta be 3'x8') with Marco holding my feet in the air (I would assume to get the blood to my head) and my head in some bookers hands (he was from the womens side, so I have never met him till now... Yea great introduction, smooth Stuart, smooth).
Kinda cool, I remember walking to the table, felt like I was really drunk (from what people have told me it would have felt like, because I don't drink...Ever) and then having some awesome dream about the big ass glass table, some food and... I don't know what else. It was good though, believe you me (what ever the fuck that means).
So yea, I was out cold. So to wake up with your feet in the air, some random person holding your head and 10-20 people staring at you isn't the best thing ever.
DON'T WORRY, I won the argument.
I heard someone say something along the lines of "You need to eat and drink more" to which I quite quickly responded "you try living on 30 euros a week". How many of you would have had the quick mind to destroy all opposition to your point of view in one sentence, after having just woken up. As my little brother would say "powned".
Anyways, I lay in the casting room feet on a chair, head on a pillow, blocking the walk to the smoking porch at the agency sweaty as hell (apparently when you faint, you sweat. Whoda thunk it?) nauseous, feeling very drunk, and very thirsty and in comes the Top Dog (don't know her name, but apparently she's nice, with questionable fashion sense) with a shot glass of sugar water and a cup of salt. I don't think they realize that lots of salt and water = throwing up, I let it slide though. So I drank the sugar water, and had a finger full of salt, and then in comes Marco with a pop and a thing of crackers. Thats thinking! So It takes me 5-20 min to eat the crackers and drink the drink (still feeling kinda drunk..from what I hear...) and recover enough to test my trust feet. In this time I checked for head damage, no bumps and me still think right. During my recovery period the guys from the womens side kept popping in to see how I was doing, one of them offered me a smoke (Italian Medical treatment, Smoke it off), and another offered me a bottle of alcohol (which I declined because I don't drink... and wasn't sure if he was joking).
So... I won that argument AND got a power nap AND a free drink and crackers!!!
So in the end it sounds like I was out for a while. I heard conversation about how some bookers managed to talk about another model fainting at a casting the day before (I don't feel special anymore *insert sad face here*) and they managed, or so I understand, my Mother agency as well.
I get to go back tomorrow and end the discussion with Thing One. Should be a ball.
Now that you have read my novel of a day, please donate to the "Stuart's a broke model and needs more bee... Food fund" and send all credit cards, debit cards (with pin), and pre-signed cheques to
Stuart's Scam
His house
Milan
Hell
666
Please keep the bills to over 50 (of your respective currency) and put a red sticker on the top of all the mail bombs/bioweapons, so I can forward them to the appropriate places.
Now I'm off to bed with the knowledge that I beat the Casino and have enough money for food tomorrow (Income tax return, not more from the agency. The Casino never lends out money, don't be stupid.)
[Edit] No luck on the coming home on Friday, seems there are "Clients" who want to see me... aka Casino wanting its $$$$$$$ back (I know I know they take a calculated risk when sending a model over, but due to the fact this business is built on Lies and Trickery, and most models leaving in the next few days, I would assume it isn't costing them any more to keep me here then they had already budgeted out. But what do I know, I'm just a dumb ol' model)
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
SOoooo....
Went to the agency.
They pretended to talk to me.
They sent me away to a casting.
I never went.
If they keep sending me away to castings when I talk to them, I will do what I did today and not go. It is the second time they have done it to me when when I had something serious to talk to them about, and the nth time in general.
I heard through people here and there, that I might be on a flight home as soon as Friday... that would be awesome.
Went to the agency.
They pretended to talk to me.
They sent me away to a casting.
I never went.
If they keep sending me away to castings when I talk to them, I will do what I did today and not go. It is the second time they have done it to me when when I had something serious to talk to them about, and the nth time in general.
I heard through people here and there, that I might be on a flight home as soon as Friday... that would be awesome.
All is well in Hell.
Talked to my bookers today about the lack of invitation to the pool party, then the lack of people picking us up for it, and then finally the lack of communication. That was fun.
Then I started to get into everything (lack of money shit like that) and i get sent to a casting (for a client that was looking for the other type of male model... the one with muscles). I got pissed at that, went home, had lunch, then went back in to talk money. Yea they suck. They only started listening when i put on the "I have no money pity me" voice. They were kinda shocked when i told them i had 0 euros left... There natural instincts kicked in and they were all on the phone talking to somebody. I wandered off muttering "Yeeeea. I love respect". Eventually one of the bookers when they got off the phone (sadly i know when they aren't on the phone, there phones run through there computers, so a voice box shows up on the screen shound the volumes of each voice. No Movement in box, No Call) and came over to play the good cop, and offered me money for dinner... Which i declined, instead i gave him a quiet earful about how it blows to be stuck in the country, burning through my savings and making no money. First off, they dont have to know that wasn't savings (it was my vacation pay from the coop), secondly they dont have to know i have my tax return.
In the end I get to go talk "plane tickets" tomorrow, should be fun.
I really want to have an argument with one of them, there is lots of shit i want to tell them, but unless it is in argument form i will just come off as a asshole (more then i normally do).
anyways, battery dieing, logging off. sorry about the spelling/lack of capitals/punctuation, i was rushed (not like i ever read it through anyways, i just feel like using an excuse)
Talked to my bookers today about the lack of invitation to the pool party, then the lack of people picking us up for it, and then finally the lack of communication. That was fun.
Then I started to get into everything (lack of money shit like that) and i get sent to a casting (for a client that was looking for the other type of male model... the one with muscles). I got pissed at that, went home, had lunch, then went back in to talk money. Yea they suck. They only started listening when i put on the "I have no money pity me" voice. They were kinda shocked when i told them i had 0 euros left... There natural instincts kicked in and they were all on the phone talking to somebody. I wandered off muttering "Yeeeea. I love respect". Eventually one of the bookers when they got off the phone (sadly i know when they aren't on the phone, there phones run through there computers, so a voice box shows up on the screen shound the volumes of each voice. No Movement in box, No Call) and came over to play the good cop, and offered me money for dinner... Which i declined, instead i gave him a quiet earful about how it blows to be stuck in the country, burning through my savings and making no money. First off, they dont have to know that wasn't savings (it was my vacation pay from the coop), secondly they dont have to know i have my tax return.
In the end I get to go talk "plane tickets" tomorrow, should be fun.
I really want to have an argument with one of them, there is lots of shit i want to tell them, but unless it is in argument form i will just come off as a asshole (more then i normally do).
anyways, battery dieing, logging off. sorry about the spelling/lack of capitals/punctuation, i was rushed (not like i ever read it through anyways, i just feel like using an excuse)
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