As I'm sure I've said before, I love to make lists and organise things. Every few years I redesign my daughter's bedroom to accommodate her changing needs. The new wardrobe is lovely, and the door sports a lovely mirror. Unfortunately, my daughter is an energetic as I am and has already been able to yank the door off its hinges. I wonder whether it was put on correctly in the first place. This is what happens when you get someone else to build your flatpack for you! A lot of these household projects bore me to death. In my fantasy, I have a handyperson popping in on a weekly basis, doing running repairs. They'd never be able to retire.
I do get at sixes and sevens when my mum goes away, as I rely on her a lot to keep things moving smoothly at home when I am working odd hours. She went on a long weekend to Devon and I promised to pop in and feed and briefly entertain her cats, who are horribly spoiled with an inflated sense of their own importance. The cats have fresh meat and chicken to eat and sleep on her bed. I know for a fact at least one of them has managed to open the fridge on one occasion. They're a full time job. I needed her to come back with her suitcase and be at mine in time for my daughter to get home from school. I discovered later that her train had been hit by a flying tree during storm Imogen and she got back by the skin of her teeth.
I have been hustling for work as ever this month. I was booked on a photographic job where I had to appear to be jogging. The client wanted someone with dance training, so that I could do jumps and land correctly. I bought some really nice new jogging bottoms for this. When I arrived I was slightly horrified to see the dressers take a sharp pair of scissors and transform my brand new joggers into something resembling lycra shorts. I jogged, jumped, and landed on demi-pointe. In addition to the pay I received, I was given an allowance to replace the joggers, which I did the next day.
I completed a dance and was able to see the final rehearsal. That's something else I can tick off the checklist.
I'm still waiting to see some shots which were taken on another job I did this month, in business attire, for a law firm's website. I took a photo of the view from the window, but I'm not going to tell you which law firm. There are a few to choose from.
I was an extra for a popular TV serial. I did laugh when I arrived and saw one of my co-workers had arrived on a hoverboard. I realised the benefits of that when he was first at every new location. Guess where I was.
After so many earlies, I enjoyed having a lie in, until the postman disturbed me for a signature for my big box of hair supplies, I love using all the deep conditioners on my weekly treatments. Since I've been using all the supplements and treatments, my hair is so much thicker. The bonus is that my nails seem to be a lot stronger. Then I popped to my aunt's as she was having Netflix problems and wanted some advice. I always eat too much when I'm there.
I'm no longer required for my late afternoon booking so I thought I'd take the opportunity to post a photo of my view across the water while I'm doing paperwork.
A couple of photoshoots to update portfolios were also ticked off the list, the usual tube-loons in abundance. A massively tall woman with a pair of mittens on a string was moving erratically and swearing loudly whilst lurching down my carriage. I had to leave the carriage in case she landed a black eye on me before I got there. Another man was sitting opposite with a glob of toothpaste stuck to his lip, I tried to look away just in time to see a man hesitating before getting on and getting his head squeezed in the closing doors, letting out a shout. While I was on the train I received an email from a talent site which appeared to be offering me some dance work. Before I went into a tunnel I accepted the work without having a chance to read the whole email. It was only when I got home that I started to think there was something odd about the offer. I've never had an offer which tells me they want me to work on Easter Monday at a venue of my own choice and with a large sum upfront. This just isn't how work is offered. I tried asking more about the type of dance required and was told 'elegant'. I smelled fraud straight away but wondered what the angle was. Then the follow up email started to unravel the scam. They'd be paying a 'GPD sum' for which they needed my bank details. An email from me asking a secondary question produced an answer from Mr Fisher (or Phisher) with really bad grammar and punctuation stating that he wanted to get this job 'over with' as there were lots of other jobs to follow. The original email offer was a cut and paste job with irregular spacing, probably used many times. I'd have to draw out my own money to pay for 'costumes, make up, and stylists' at the venue. It was easy enough to write back and explain I have my own stylist, bodyguard, costumes and professional make up and that I wouldn't be used as a holding bank.
Never heard from him again, despite him 'just knowing' I would be perfect for the job from a brief bio on a talent site. Still, I enjoyed wasting his time and tying him in knots.
You'd have to get up earlier in the day to catch me out.
I do get at sixes and sevens when my mum goes away, as I rely on her a lot to keep things moving smoothly at home when I am working odd hours. She went on a long weekend to Devon and I promised to pop in and feed and briefly entertain her cats, who are horribly spoiled with an inflated sense of their own importance. The cats have fresh meat and chicken to eat and sleep on her bed. I know for a fact at least one of them has managed to open the fridge on one occasion. They're a full time job. I needed her to come back with her suitcase and be at mine in time for my daughter to get home from school. I discovered later that her train had been hit by a flying tree during storm Imogen and she got back by the skin of her teeth.
I have been hustling for work as ever this month. I was booked on a photographic job where I had to appear to be jogging. The client wanted someone with dance training, so that I could do jumps and land correctly. I bought some really nice new jogging bottoms for this. When I arrived I was slightly horrified to see the dressers take a sharp pair of scissors and transform my brand new joggers into something resembling lycra shorts. I jogged, jumped, and landed on demi-pointe. In addition to the pay I received, I was given an allowance to replace the joggers, which I did the next day.
I completed a dance and was able to see the final rehearsal. That's something else I can tick off the checklist.
I'm still waiting to see some shots which were taken on another job I did this month, in business attire, for a law firm's website. I took a photo of the view from the window, but I'm not going to tell you which law firm. There are a few to choose from.
I was an extra for a popular TV serial. I did laugh when I arrived and saw one of my co-workers had arrived on a hoverboard. I realised the benefits of that when he was first at every new location. Guess where I was.
After so many earlies, I enjoyed having a lie in, until the postman disturbed me for a signature for my big box of hair supplies, I love using all the deep conditioners on my weekly treatments. Since I've been using all the supplements and treatments, my hair is so much thicker. The bonus is that my nails seem to be a lot stronger. Then I popped to my aunt's as she was having Netflix problems and wanted some advice. I always eat too much when I'm there.
I'm no longer required for my late afternoon booking so I thought I'd take the opportunity to post a photo of my view across the water while I'm doing paperwork.
A couple of photoshoots to update portfolios were also ticked off the list, the usual tube-loons in abundance. A massively tall woman with a pair of mittens on a string was moving erratically and swearing loudly whilst lurching down my carriage. I had to leave the carriage in case she landed a black eye on me before I got there. Another man was sitting opposite with a glob of toothpaste stuck to his lip, I tried to look away just in time to see a man hesitating before getting on and getting his head squeezed in the closing doors, letting out a shout. While I was on the train I received an email from a talent site which appeared to be offering me some dance work. Before I went into a tunnel I accepted the work without having a chance to read the whole email. It was only when I got home that I started to think there was something odd about the offer. I've never had an offer which tells me they want me to work on Easter Monday at a venue of my own choice and with a large sum upfront. This just isn't how work is offered. I tried asking more about the type of dance required and was told 'elegant'. I smelled fraud straight away but wondered what the angle was. Then the follow up email started to unravel the scam. They'd be paying a 'GPD sum' for which they needed my bank details. An email from me asking a secondary question produced an answer from Mr Fisher (or Phisher) with really bad grammar and punctuation stating that he wanted to get this job 'over with' as there were lots of other jobs to follow. The original email offer was a cut and paste job with irregular spacing, probably used many times. I'd have to draw out my own money to pay for 'costumes, make up, and stylists' at the venue. It was easy enough to write back and explain I have my own stylist, bodyguard, costumes and professional make up and that I wouldn't be used as a holding bank.
Never heard from him again, despite him 'just knowing' I would be perfect for the job from a brief bio on a talent site. Still, I enjoyed wasting his time and tying him in knots.
You'd have to get up earlier in the day to catch me out.
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