This week I've been laughing at myself more than is good for me. I've been working quite a few hours and it's started to get to me. I had a policy of never turning anything down. So every phone call has been met with me agreeing, slipping on my shoes and setting off. I just about had time for my hairdresser to call.
As it's the school summer break, I've had my mum on childminding duties (she loves it, think she'd like it to be her full time job). I've been leafleting, as usual. And at Earl's Court exhibition centre with the Japanese Siro-A. If you don't know who they are, then you're in for a treat. I've said many times before that I don't 100% 'get' cosplay. I've never felt the need to go to a convention and dress up. Although saying that, I dressed up several times a year when I was a child, and played characters in festivals, so it's possible I got it out of my system. And let's not talk about me dressing up as Storm from X-Men just this year.
Anyway, I saw some amazing costumes and performances on Saturday. I'd originally been booked for Friday, Saturday, Sunday, but due to my exhausting week, I was too tired for Friday. I wish sometimes, these events were better organised logistically for the workers. I missed Friday so had no staff pass to get in on Saturday. I called the co-ordinator to ask what to do and was given a number in Tokyo to contact. My phone couldn't get through (I wonder what someone in Tokyo was going to do about my London pass in any case). I rang back the organiser and asked them if they could contact Tokyo for the authorisation. Cue half an hour of me making phone calls and attempting to persuade the security that I was staff. Eventually, someone relented and I got a pass. What followed was fantastic. It's not like work when a day goes like that.
Not sure about this guy's trousers, but hey ho, if it's for you, go for it.
Cobblepot.
A nice day for kids, too.
And let's not forget, there's something for every gender... even if you are hanging by the bins.
Here I am with the Siro-A's.
Yep, a great day. Looked forward to going back on the Sunday. Found it tons easier to get in on Sunday. Got my pass and promo tee shirt and worked my socks off all day. Regulars will know I love my Sunday dinner, so when I got in at four, cooked the full works. Mum had a table booked in Shoreditch, (Lady Dinah's Cat Emporium!) so she ate and ran. I had a horrible realisation that I had to leave the house on Monday at 6, so messaged Mum to come back to be the responsible adult while I was out. Exhausting, really.
Anyway, I found out that I hadn't even been booked for Sunday! When I'd cancelled Friday at Earl's Court they'd removed me from the whole booking, then re-booked me as an extra pair of hands just for the Saturday. I'd done a whole day's work for no reason and rushed about! The very opposite of freeloading. No pay for no booking. No-one had noticed I wasn't supposed to be there. I sent a very miffed series of emails to the booker, pleading my case, and stating what a hard worker I am. When I read them back I had to laugh, even at myself. It was my own fault!
I've got an interview for an agency today, I've triple-checked, and I won't be travelling somewhere for no reason. I hope.
As it's the school summer break, I've had my mum on childminding duties (she loves it, think she'd like it to be her full time job). I've been leafleting, as usual. And at Earl's Court exhibition centre with the Japanese Siro-A. If you don't know who they are, then you're in for a treat. I've said many times before that I don't 100% 'get' cosplay. I've never felt the need to go to a convention and dress up. Although saying that, I dressed up several times a year when I was a child, and played characters in festivals, so it's possible I got it out of my system. And let's not talk about me dressing up as Storm from X-Men just this year.
Anyway, I saw some amazing costumes and performances on Saturday. I'd originally been booked for Friday, Saturday, Sunday, but due to my exhausting week, I was too tired for Friday. I wish sometimes, these events were better organised logistically for the workers. I missed Friday so had no staff pass to get in on Saturday. I called the co-ordinator to ask what to do and was given a number in Tokyo to contact. My phone couldn't get through (I wonder what someone in Tokyo was going to do about my London pass in any case). I rang back the organiser and asked them if they could contact Tokyo for the authorisation. Cue half an hour of me making phone calls and attempting to persuade the security that I was staff. Eventually, someone relented and I got a pass. What followed was fantastic. It's not like work when a day goes like that.
Not sure about this guy's trousers, but hey ho, if it's for you, go for it.
A nice day for kids, too.
Yep, a great day. Looked forward to going back on the Sunday. Found it tons easier to get in on Sunday. Got my pass and promo tee shirt and worked my socks off all day. Regulars will know I love my Sunday dinner, so when I got in at four, cooked the full works. Mum had a table booked in Shoreditch, (Lady Dinah's Cat Emporium!) so she ate and ran. I had a horrible realisation that I had to leave the house on Monday at 6, so messaged Mum to come back to be the responsible adult while I was out. Exhausting, really.
Anyway, I found out that I hadn't even been booked for Sunday! When I'd cancelled Friday at Earl's Court they'd removed me from the whole booking, then re-booked me as an extra pair of hands just for the Saturday. I'd done a whole day's work for no reason and rushed about! The very opposite of freeloading. No pay for no booking. No-one had noticed I wasn't supposed to be there. I sent a very miffed series of emails to the booker, pleading my case, and stating what a hard worker I am. When I read them back I had to laugh, even at myself. It was my own fault!
I've got an interview for an agency today, I've triple-checked, and I won't be travelling somewhere for no reason. I hope.
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