What are the chances of Angelina Jolie vacationing on Boca Grande?
My mother just came home to tell me she found me a job at this high scale art gallery out on Boca Grande. It’s this really wealthy island where they film loads of movies and celebrities and the president vacation there. She does this artist’s hair, and apparently she needs someone to run her gallery for her really badly because she wants to stay home and paint, and currently she doesn’t have much help so she’s desperate and asked my mom, her hairdresser, if she knew of anyone. heh. So now I’ve got to dress up fancy and go meet her.
But she doesn’t like people in flip flops and I’m afraid this relationship is already rocky. All I WEAR is flip flops and so the fact that I have to put on nice shoes that will give me blisters because I never wear them is upsetting. I’m also just terrible at anything that has to do with work, because I get so nervous beforehand and I ruin everything before it even begins. I’m really not meant to work with people, I think. I’m terrible at it.
But I’m going to go, because this is the best job I could possibly get in Englewood. Art Gallery vs. McDonalds and I choose ART GALLERY. Especially because she’s very rich and I’ll probably get paid a good amount more, and what will I seriously have to do there besides frame some art? My mother told me to bring several books because most of the time I’ll probably be sitting around. Plus, she’s perfectly okay with the fact that I’m leaving in a month, and she’s willing to work around days that I need to go to Tampa to figure out school stuff. I guess it really is a good opportunity.
Now I’ve got to go shower and put on nice clothes. If you could see my face you’d see how enthusiastic I am about this. ASJKLGJDSKHNERVOUS.
But she doesn’t like people in flip flops and I’m afraid this relationship is already rocky. All I WEAR is flip flops and so the fact that I have to put on nice shoes that will give me blisters because I never wear them is upsetting. I’m also just terrible at anything that has to do with work, because I get so nervous beforehand and I ruin everything before it even begins. I’m really not meant to work with people, I think. I’m terrible at it.
But I’m going to go, because this is the best job I could possibly get in Englewood. Art Gallery vs. McDonalds and I choose ART GALLERY. Especially because she’s very rich and I’ll probably get paid a good amount more, and what will I seriously have to do there besides frame some art? My mother told me to bring several books because most of the time I’ll probably be sitting around. Plus, she’s perfectly okay with the fact that I’m leaving in a month, and she’s willing to work around days that I need to go to Tampa to figure out school stuff. I guess it really is a good opportunity.
Now I’ve got to go shower and put on nice clothes. If you could see my face you’d see how enthusiastic I am about this. ASJKLGJDSKHNERVOUS.