What in the friggin hell?
So I got a job... yippee woodah whatever.
I got a job on the day of the runway show.
The boss lady told me to come in on Monday. That's all good and hunky dory.
Do work on Friday, get to rest on Saturday.
I tell her THAT Friday that I am doing the make-up at a runway show that starts at 11 p.m.
What does she fucking do? Calls me while I'm still working with music with the bass turned up so that I can't hear her and tells me she wants me to come in the next day for training. WTF?!
So I tell her if I can come on a different day for training. By the time she called me I was damn near exhausted as it was. I hadn't eaten anything all day that day at all, and I had been working nonstop from 3 and onwards. The show actually didn't start till like 11:45 p.m.
SHE KNEW THAT I WAS BUSY THAT NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!
She ends up sending me a text message saying that I blew her off and that if I wasn't serious that I should let her know so that she can hire someone else.
WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm sorry that I didn't jump all over the want to come to your stupid fucking kiosk in a mall when I was busy ya know... working on my career and networking with models and other photographers. I may have been the make-up artist for that night, but hot damn did I let everyone know I was a photographer as well.
I think that takes much precedence... especially with photography being my new fangled major and all... over a lousy job at a lousy mall selling stupid cell phone covers.
Don't get me wrong, I do need a job, but if I'm not hopping mad about it and I'm fucking busy as shit, don't expect me to be all, "OMG SO AWESOME" about it.
I got a job on the day of the runway show.
The boss lady told me to come in on Monday. That's all good and hunky dory.
Do work on Friday, get to rest on Saturday.
I tell her THAT Friday that I am doing the make-up at a runway show that starts at 11 p.m.
What does she fucking do? Calls me while I'm still working with music with the bass turned up so that I can't hear her and tells me she wants me to come in the next day for training. WTF?!
So I tell her if I can come on a different day for training. By the time she called me I was damn near exhausted as it was. I hadn't eaten anything all day that day at all, and I had been working nonstop from 3 and onwards. The show actually didn't start till like 11:45 p.m.
SHE KNEW THAT I WAS BUSY THAT NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!
She ends up sending me a text message saying that I blew her off and that if I wasn't serious that I should let her know so that she can hire someone else.
WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm sorry that I didn't jump all over the want to come to your stupid fucking kiosk in a mall when I was busy ya know... working on my career and networking with models and other photographers. I may have been the make-up artist for that night, but hot damn did I let everyone know I was a photographer as well.
I think that takes much precedence... especially with photography being my new fangled major and all... over a lousy job at a lousy mall selling stupid cell phone covers.
Don't get me wrong, I do need a job, but if I'm not hopping mad about it and I'm fucking busy as shit, don't expect me to be all, "OMG SO AWESOME" about it.