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My email ate my good spa pictures. Twice. I highly upset by this. I don't look quite so drunk in those. Ah well, its what I'm famous for, I guess. Just a quick update, on Stephane Richer the professional hockey player who apparently makes damn good money.
Yes, Stephane Richer called me today. I knew it was him and I was at work and I was busy as hell so I let the voicemail get it. So, I called Step.
Me: Step. Guess who just called me?
Step: David Bitton?
Me: No, why, did you turn back time and let Dorit give him my number, hahaha.
Step: Fuck off. Stephane Richer?
YES dufus! So I msn Chia for hopefully a better reaction.
Me: Guess who just called me?
Chia: David Bitton?
Me: sdjhgjs WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, NOOOO!
Chia: Okay so Stephane Richer? REALLY? IM ON MY WAY.
As I hear her thundering through the office and tripping in her usual spot just between the conference room and the supply closet. Patty and Joan both scream at the same time, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU RUNNING FOR, WE DON'T WANT A LAWSUIT!" So of course Chantal opens her mouth. Joan comes bounding out of her office "Thank you, you're the best agent I ever had, 15 % commission for you! Good wish for you!" I say. Patty comes shuffling out, mockingly, in her (Step's) Chinese slippers and nearly trips over herself. We are all gathered around my desk, as I dial into my voicemail and I enter the password wrong about 19 times. Finally, I get it right, put it on speaker phone and we listen in silence for the whole 2 minute message. It said **insert Quebecois hockey player-like accent**
"Andréa, hi, its Stéphane Richer. Hope you are doing well. Its 10:30 Monday morning, give me a call when you get a chance, my number is 555 5555, again its Stéphane Richer 555-5555, just in case, we met at the restaurant the other day, just in case! Call me."
Stephanie screams from her office "He's not exactly the brightest bulb in the packet, he left his number like 4 times." We all give her the look of death through the wall. Patty says "Yeah, he's really gay, good one Eric, god I raised such a dufus" Chantal and I glance at each other knowing it was out of jealousy that the accusation was made.
I wish Lucie was there, as she would be really proud. She and I would be dancing around the office. Anywho, its okay, Chantal and I celebrated at lunch by listenning about 18 times and planning my wedding. Also, if Stephanie thinks he's not a bright bulb, perhaps I could trick him into buying me a Mercedes. "Stéphane, hunny! Its only 90 000$! Its a bargain. Its not even a THIRD of what you make in a year!" Et voila. Who knows. Think I'm jumping the gun much? To tell you the truth, Stéphane is quite attractive, but there's something more loveable about my shrivelled shrimp. Anyway, I think that I will reflect my whole celebrity calling me aura and David will be drawn. And I will shoot him down. No I won't. Lol. He's David Bitton. But I can see it now...
"Canadian, Stephane Richer, dating local Chabanel fashionista, who has also been seen of late with Needletrade Mogul, David Bitton." Lmao. That's so my goal. It's all about the resume. You know you've been working in a placement agency too long WHEN.
Patty calls me at 6:50 this morning, from the airport, on her way to New York.
Ps: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THERE AT THIS HOUR, HUNNY?
Me: Working. Never a shortage of work.
Ps: Works for me, can you make arrangements for NM's and my Mode meeting this Pm?
Me: Sure. Its in your laptop? Call you in an hour.
Ps: Haha, funny, mocking me again. Okay, speak to you then.
She calls back 15 minutes later. "Its snowing all the flights have been cancelled, Cousin IT and I are comming home." I can imagine a look of rage on Normand's face, similar to when Itay from Fashion Snoops calls. Anyway, long story short, they're going back tomorrow and staying overnight. I pity her.
Anywho, I'm gonna put off calling him as much as I can because I'm scared, but itll most likely be at lunch hour tomorrow. But then I have to go shopping. if we make a date for this weekend, he needs to see new clothes. Although unlike my shrimp, he hasn't seen the rest of my selection. Ah well, I need to shop.
The Starbucks guy keeps flirting with me. He's really cute. Its so unlike me to think a young guy is cute. No wise eyes. I hate that feeling. Its creepy.
Whatever Andrea, you are psycho, right, now I'm talking to myself. Oh my god, lmao. This morning, Step wrote an email to Inder saying "I'm sorry these candidates fell through, we'll find you a right match" I said "What the fuck are you, british? A right match? Bloody hell "Mocking her as she always says "bloody hell" with an Indian accent.) it was just funny, guess you had to be there. I have to curl my hair. Or not. Do I feel like it... Not really. Okay ponytail it is. No appts tomorrow anyway.
Yes, Stephane Richer called me today. I knew it was him and I was at work and I was busy as hell so I let the voicemail get it. So, I called Step.
Me: Step. Guess who just called me?
Step: David Bitton?
Me: No, why, did you turn back time and let Dorit give him my number, hahaha.
Step: Fuck off. Stephane Richer?
YES dufus! So I msn Chia for hopefully a better reaction.
Me: Guess who just called me?
Chia: David Bitton?
Me: sdjhgjs WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, NOOOO!
Chia: Okay so Stephane Richer? REALLY? IM ON MY WAY.
As I hear her thundering through the office and tripping in her usual spot just between the conference room and the supply closet. Patty and Joan both scream at the same time, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU RUNNING FOR, WE DON'T WANT A LAWSUIT!" So of course Chantal opens her mouth. Joan comes bounding out of her office "Thank you, you're the best agent I ever had, 15 % commission for you! Good wish for you!" I say. Patty comes shuffling out, mockingly, in her (Step's) Chinese slippers and nearly trips over herself. We are all gathered around my desk, as I dial into my voicemail and I enter the password wrong about 19 times. Finally, I get it right, put it on speaker phone and we listen in silence for the whole 2 minute message. It said **insert Quebecois hockey player-like accent**
"Andréa, hi, its Stéphane Richer. Hope you are doing well. Its 10:30 Monday morning, give me a call when you get a chance, my number is 555 5555, again its Stéphane Richer 555-5555, just in case, we met at the restaurant the other day, just in case! Call me."
Stephanie screams from her office "He's not exactly the brightest bulb in the packet, he left his number like 4 times." We all give her the look of death through the wall. Patty says "Yeah, he's really gay, good one Eric, god I raised such a dufus" Chantal and I glance at each other knowing it was out of jealousy that the accusation was made.
I wish Lucie was there, as she would be really proud. She and I would be dancing around the office. Anywho, its okay, Chantal and I celebrated at lunch by listenning about 18 times and planning my wedding. Also, if Stephanie thinks he's not a bright bulb, perhaps I could trick him into buying me a Mercedes. "Stéphane, hunny! Its only 90 000$! Its a bargain. Its not even a THIRD of what you make in a year!" Et voila. Who knows. Think I'm jumping the gun much? To tell you the truth, Stéphane is quite attractive, but there's something more loveable about my shrivelled shrimp. Anyway, I think that I will reflect my whole celebrity calling me aura and David will be drawn. And I will shoot him down. No I won't. Lol. He's David Bitton. But I can see it now...
"Canadian, Stephane Richer, dating local Chabanel fashionista, who has also been seen of late with Needletrade Mogul, David Bitton." Lmao. That's so my goal. It's all about the resume. You know you've been working in a placement agency too long WHEN.
Patty calls me at 6:50 this morning, from the airport, on her way to New York.
Ps: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THERE AT THIS HOUR, HUNNY?
Me: Working. Never a shortage of work.
Ps: Works for me, can you make arrangements for NM's and my Mode meeting this Pm?
Me: Sure. Its in your laptop? Call you in an hour.
Ps: Haha, funny, mocking me again. Okay, speak to you then.
She calls back 15 minutes later. "Its snowing all the flights have been cancelled, Cousin IT and I are comming home." I can imagine a look of rage on Normand's face, similar to when Itay from Fashion Snoops calls. Anyway, long story short, they're going back tomorrow and staying overnight. I pity her.
Anywho, I'm gonna put off calling him as much as I can because I'm scared, but itll most likely be at lunch hour tomorrow. But then I have to go shopping. if we make a date for this weekend, he needs to see new clothes. Although unlike my shrimp, he hasn't seen the rest of my selection. Ah well, I need to shop.
The Starbucks guy keeps flirting with me. He's really cute. Its so unlike me to think a young guy is cute. No wise eyes. I hate that feeling. Its creepy.
Whatever Andrea, you are psycho, right, now I'm talking to myself. Oh my god, lmao. This morning, Step wrote an email to Inder saying "I'm sorry these candidates fell through, we'll find you a right match" I said "What the fuck are you, british? A right match? Bloody hell "Mocking her as she always says "bloody hell" with an Indian accent.) it was just funny, guess you had to be there. I have to curl my hair. Or not. Do I feel like it... Not really. Okay ponytail it is. No appts tomorrow anyway.