new commitments

I have continuous work for the summer, through an agency, so no need to worry about the teaching side of it drying up during the warm months.

It's great to be outside, even if it's promo work, and it's fun to interact with people.  I often wonder why when women chat to people outside, it's taken as coming on to them.  I know 'sex sells' but do they really think when I'm working for a client, promoting a brand that I am approaching them because I want a date?

Within two minutes of asking someone to take a snapshot for the website, I'm asked to reciprocate in some signing up to someone else's promo.  It's an excuse to get a contact number for me, and then I get the phone calls asking me on a date.  Seriously, if I wanted to date you, I'd have let you know I was interested.  It's not good to receive these requests for dates when I'm working.  I'm not going to hand out cards saying 'no thanks' so I end up having to text that I'm actually not interested.  It's kinder than pretending I'm washing my hair for the umpteenth time.  It's not who I am and I'm not going to be going out on a date with someone that randomly.  Phew.

It's rotten when you get told you're 'heavily penciled' for a photoshoot and it's one you want, so you turn down two weeks' worth of other stuff in anticipation, just to find that you didn't get the 'penciled' one and that you only made it to shortlist phase.   I ended up back to leafleting a promo in Trafalgar Square which was heaving with some sort of open air concert.  I had thought it was this http://www.london.gov.uk/get-involved/events/roh-bp-summer-screens but I'm not sure really as I could hear the strains of Phantom of the Opera...  Drunks and excitable people muddled up with those confused about how to get into the National Portrait Gallery from the other side of the Square.  Met up with mum in Pret a Manger for a quick sandwich before venturing out again.  I had my soul stolen (in the form of photos) by around 100 Japanese schoolchildren who wanted to know what we were doing in our funny hats and tee-shirts.  

This week we've been seeing to my lovely Grandmother (to who I am v. close).  She has Alzheimer's and gets a bee in her bonnet about certain things.  This week it was about haircuts, so I arranged for my stylist to go in and cut her hair.  She's been listening to her iPod and we put a song on it that she had recorded herself.  She now has the pleasure of reliving her glory days, belting out the words (which she NEVER forgets).  

More make-up shopping this week, I think I must own more than anyone else.  I need a special make up room to store it all.  With a large mirror with bulbs around it.  I miss performance days, and the fun in the dressing rooms, fighting for mirrors.  

I have a two week wait for results of my bloods.   My meds mean that I might be at risk of thyroid problems along with liver and other things.  It never is a problem but it's important to keep on top of these things.   I have a cocktail I take at the moment, and it's keeping me on the right path.  

I'm fascinated with the old apothecary's pill makers, so I'm putting that on my Christmas list this year. A pill-making machine.  Might be too tempting to start dosing people up when they visit, if they're not up to my tempo...  Might blog again tomorrow.