Tama-Chan no Kokoro

OK, back to the story. Thursday was a bit boring to be honest... I got up, Irene and I did breakfast. It was raining and miserable out. I went and dropped off Irene's cheque and my signed contract. I realized that I'd probably need a pedicute too, so I did that. Irene took me out for a little snack before my departure, and I went to the greyhound station, caught my bus, and went home. It was a long day, with not much to it. I got drenched while comming back from the agency because I had no umbrella. pretty unexciting.

I worked the next day, and talked to Reni about how I should get rid of my shift on Sunday. Started at 9:00 am, and left at 5:30 for Dan to pick me up and us to go shopping to get me clothed for my shoot. We went to Bayshore.

Saturday was pretty much the same except that it was 8:30 til 5, and we went to St.Laurant, then to Myrosia's place to borrow some stuff, then we were supposed to go to Logans, but we couldn't get ahold of hjim. It was Carrie's B-Day party, and I really wanted to go, so I was disappointed it took so long at Myrosia's... Anyways, we stayed up really late packing up my stuff and getting me ready for the next day.

Sunday; luckily my Dad was in town to give me a lift into Toronto that morning, otherwise my bus fare would have been throught the roof! Dad and Irene picked me up at around 8ish, we stoped 5 or 6 times on the way to Toronto, through-out which most I slept. We got there, I got my manicure touched up, and went to the photo shoot. It was about 3:30 when I got there, and my shoot was schedualed for 4. They didn't start with me until about 4:30, because there were other people to have shoots done too. I had my make up done, then went outside for my first set; casual. Came back, got changed, make-up and hair again, then went to some hall in the building for formal. Went back, got changed again for club, hair and make-up, shot just outside the room on a "set" which was a black back ground with some lights. Got dressed, had a slice of pizza from my agent (it was a tiny piece too, and I was fanished since all I had to eat all day was some toast and an ice-cap...) and called my dad to pick me up. After picking up Kelly, we went to take a look at another house Irene and my dad were looking into buying, then they raced me off to catch my bus at 9. I realized I had lfet my jewelry with the photographer, and Dad went and picked it up after they droped me off. I was frustrated because my bus ticked apparently wasn't good on Sundays, so I had to go get it exchanged, so I lost my good seat. I slept for part of the way home, but read my magazine for the rest. We stopped in Bellville, where I promptly bought a turkey wrap and water, since I was still famished.  I got home at 2 in the morning, and had to work the next day... I was unimpressed. And tired. But, I should be hearing back from them any day now with my photos. :) Looking forward to it!

I'm kinda pissed off today.  I was supposed to work, but Reni asked me to switch shifts with her.  So, I get today and Wednesday off instead of Wednesday & Thursday off.  This in itself isn't necissarily a bad thing...  In fact, I was getting really sick of working, and figured having my days off sooner would be beneficial.  However, I did have plans schedualled for Thursday what I had to re-organize.  One was that I was supposed to have lunch with a friend.  I called her, and we re-colaborated for having breakfast instead (since I don't work til 12:30).  Ok, one taken care of.  I was also supposed to have my regular hang-out session with my other friend, so I called to see if she would have liked to hang out today instead of Thursday.  She said sure.  I was happy.  However, what got me upset is that she then called my house and left a message saying that she'd rather not hang out.  So, of course, I didn't get the message, since I got in late last night...  I woke up early this morning and babed myself out since I was hoping we'd be able to take advantage of the nice weather, and waited for her until 10:30.  Then, I just happened to be by the answering machine (I was checking the radio), when I noticed there was a message waiting for me.  I listened to it and found out that my friend decided she didn't feel like comming out.  Now, normally, I wouldn't have a problem with a friend calling to cancel, I'd just call another friend and make plans with them, but why didn't she call on my cell and tell me herself, instead of leaving a message?!  Then, I'd have called someone else last night and made plans!  But no!  I got up early this morning and waited for her for 2 hours because I didn't know any better, and that bothered me.  It's not like it would have been too late to call on my cell.  I told her I was working late, and I can get my cell phone while I'm at work, and I stay up til midnight anyways.  If I didn't answer the house phone, it's likely I will answer my cell because I'm probably just out.  The only thing I can see as a reason for her not wanting to talk to me directly is that maybe she thought I'd be angry, which I wouldn't have been, or she was lying and didn't want to tell me the real reason she didn't want to come out. So, I'm kinda pissed.  It'll wear off.  I can make stuff for me to do today, like this.  And maybe I'll get some flowers and do some gardening, but I'm angry that I waisted 2 hours this morning doing nothing, waiting.  I'll stop ranting now.

So, Wednesday morning, the 10th of May, I woke up around 7:30/8ish when my Dad left for work. I got up, had my shower, did some sit-ups, got dressed, did all my other morning stuff, made my "bed" ( I slept on the couch with an added air-matress), and read one of my magazines until Irene work up. I think she was up around 10, and when she finished getting up and dressed, we went and had breakfast at the little restaraunt next to their place. I had scrambled eggs, toast, sausage, banana slices, and hashbrowns. Tasty! Then, we went, gathered the stuff I needed from the appartment: a change of shoes (I wasn't planning on wearing heels all day), the camera, my portfolio. We got in the car and drove to the address given on the modelling agency's web-site. ( http://www.lacitemodels.com ) So, we got there, and Irene dropped me off so she could run some errands, and told me to call once I was done. Now, I was about 20-25 minutes early (my appointment was at 12:30), but there was no-one in the office that was marked as La Cite, but I figured it was around lunch time, so maybe they were all out to lunch. I waited. By the time my interview time had come and past (10 minutes after it should have started) I called the agency's phone number. I got the answering maching, which went on to tell me the agency's address was actually halfway across town on Young street (surprisingly close to where my Dad and Irene live in the first place...). It turns out they had just moved offices, and had forgotten to update their website. I then proceeded to call Irene for her to pic me up and bring me to the right place. Figuring I was going to be late, I kept trying to call the agency to tell them what had happened. They didn't answer the phone til 1; I guess they were on lunch still. I finally got through, and asked where the place was exactly, and we judged we'd be there in 15 minutes. And we were. So, I went in, and filled out a form for the receptionist with all my info (hair & eye colour, height, weight, ethnicity, experience, etc). She then told me the agent was running late. So I waited and watched fashion television. It turns out whomever I spoke to on the phone had booked me in for the wrong day, and they weren't even expecting me that day! But, seeing as this was their mistake, she phoned around and found another agent to come in. She warned me he'd be about half an hour, and that I could go down for a coffee, but seeing as I didn't want to spend any of my $200 that Dan gave me unless I needed it, and I had no other money I could spend, besides not knowing the area and worrying I was gonna get lost, I declined and said I'd be fine sitting in the waiting room watching fashion television... 40 to 45 minues later, the agent finally showed up, and took me. He asked me some questions, like if I knew what kind of buisness I was getting into, and why I wanted to be in modelling. He seemed to like my answers. I told him that I realized that you are the photographers/clients marionette pretty much, and that you needed to do whetever was asked of you. I told him I wanted to get into modelling because I like being the center of attention, and I like preforming, and that I wanted to get my foot in the door and maybe eventually become an actress. He liked my personallity and energy, and he said my photos that I did have showed that I was photogenic, and good at moving. He said that they wanted me to join their agency. He offered to pay for my portfolio and any training necessary. Also, that if I got any jobs outside of Canada, they'd pay for the trip, hotel and food expences. So, I needed to get a portfolio done. He told me that they'd alot an "allowance" of $1500 for the portfolio, and asked if I knew anyone. Of course I didn't, so he asked if he could refer me to someone. Of course. So, he called someone up. This someone is apparently one of the top 10 photographers in Toronto. The booking agent said it would be $1750 for the portfolio, and that was the discounted agency price. It would be more if I booked it myself. So, after thinking for a moment, my agent said that'd be fine. The booker was impressed that the agency was willing to spend that much money on me when I was a "nobody" but my agent said I had lots of potential. So, after that I had to run off to Eaton Center and find someone to take my measurements. My agent gave me tickets for the subway, and I was off. That was hard and annoying because I had to be back within an hour. I didn't know how to get into the subway station because I went in the wrong way and almost got lost, then after getting off at Eaton Center, I couldn't find a place to measure me... Grrr... When I finally did get measured, I subwayed back, but got off one stop too late. I subwayed back to the right spot, and half ran/half walked back to the agency. I was only 5 minutes over. I turned out that the printer was broken, so he couldn't print off my contract papers I needed to sign. So, he e-mailed them to me to print off myself and bring them back in the next day. I also had to pay for my comp cards, which are like a model's buisness cards, with a couple pictures, our name and stats on them that the agency sends to potential clients. These were kinda expencive, so I gave him the $200 I had on me (because he needed to pay for them upfront), and I promised the rest after I got paid... I would have had to borrow money from Dan... which I hate doing...) but, I told this to Irene, and she and Dad paid the difference, which I was emencely grateful for. :) I read everything before he sent them to me so I could ask him any questions I had. He also booked my photoshoot for the following Sunday (mother's day), and went over what I needed for that. I needed to be clean shaven or waxed, and have a french manicure (square) so I'd be neutral for all the outfits I was to bring. So, I was done for the day, and needed to go back the next day to hand in all my signed papers. I called Irene, and she picked me up. Irene wanted to show me a little fixer-uper that she and my Dad were looking into buying.  We then went and after hearing the good news, and that I needed a bikini waxing and manicure, Irene droped me off at a little nails place near their place, and I got waxed and manicured, and Irene paid for it. She picked up my Dad while I was doing that, and the came and picked me up, and we had dinner at this really awsome Chinese buffet place. By now, it was 9:30-10ish, and we went home, had some tea and went to bed. I've got other stuff I need to do before heading off to work, so I'll continue the story later. Bye!

Wow! Talk about a busy couple of weeks!! Lots of working, plus my modelling, it's just all been almost too much!

Let's see, where did I leave off? Oh, right. So, Tuesday morning, I got out of bed, saw Dan off for work, and headed over to West End Academy to get a trim (of my hair) as well as a color and highlights. The girl I saw did a very nice job, and I was quite happy with the results, although it did take about 2 and a half hours. I then chatted with Melina on the phone for a bit before getting lunch at Subway, and heading back toward my end of town. I was planning on getting that MP3 player at Futureshop, since they price-match, and I had a good deal in a flyer for it, but the Futureshop near my place didn't have any more of that model, and I didn't want the one with only 512 memory (the one I wanted had 1 gig.) So, I didn't get it, and all the better because, honestly, after everything to come, I really just didn't have enough cash.

So, I went home, did my nails, packed up and headed into town to meet up with Dan around dinner. I just barely made it there on time. We went to a pho restaurant, and I had this delicious pineapple stir-fry, while Dan had pho (soup), then I remembered I forgot to bring PJ's, so we went and picked me up a cute pair from Zellars.

Dan dropped me off at the Greyhound station, and off I went. I read for the 1st half of my trip, but my light's direction was screwy, so after our stop at the Log Cabin, I just napped the rest of the way. Upon arriving at the station in Toronto, I had a moment of panic when I thought I lost my wallet, but it turned out while I was napping, I must've been uncomfortable with it in my back pocket, so I had transferred it to my purse unknowingly. My Dad and step-Mom Irene picked me up and we passed by some tran-y hookers that were interesting along their block. We pretty much just went to bed as soon as we got in.

I'm running short on time at the moment, so I'll write the next instalment when I have another free minute. TTYL.