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Had to get out of the dungeon. Otherwise, i'd rot and decay like the 70+year old brick walls with the cracks and peeling with parts dripping liquid (probably asbestos ridden too) that tell a story of giving up. "sure, penetrate and violate me". If walls could talk... it's what they would say to mummy and daddy cockroach that would scurry and enter it's cracks at 10am each morn as I turned the lights on. Then mummy and daddy would reappear at 5.50pm, (10mins before im due to leave dungeon) so they could rummage through the bin that holds empty crisp packets from lunch i'd had earlier in the day. "Dirty" Lightly Salted if you must know. No, I had to get out of there. I mean, having to run upstairs to ask for a sheet of paper towel to wipe my vagina in the bog (knowing that paper towels clog the toilet and that there are two girls working here - well, the other girl is a silly bitch, no, sorry; witch, who i imagine has a 'slit' that looks similar to Amanda Lepore's fanny - like somone just went hard on her with an axe one time - a hacked slice so to speak). Anyway, yeah, it's demeaning - i'm too fabulous for this! And, im sick of taking dosh out of my own pocket to buy bog roll to make a point. The point was never taken. That my boss has a daughter and a wife - it's shocking that he chooses to ignore the fact that ladies don't drip dry and should NEVER be expected to. enough of the bog roll malarky.
It's not just that, it's the whole thing. I can't be arsed to go into it. No, I won't. ok ok, if you really want me to go into it, i will. But, be warned I will force upon you a home made movie on how to insert and remove a tampon. Bear in mind, the subject hasn't been waxed in...gosh, looks like it's been 6weeks. Yeah, I thought you'd change your mind. It would just be business babble anyhow. So you'll take my word for it that it got to the point of unbearable and it was time to move on.
Don't get me wrong, deep down, I like everyone who I work with. Including my boss-most of the time. Hey, if I said all the time, then, it'd defeat the purpose of this thread. He can be childish and unfair but he's a businessman, so, I'm compliant. Plus, he's taught me a hell of a lot.
Ok, a bit of a white lie- I don't like everyone I work with. One girl (the amanda lepore fanny) simply irks me. She irks me because she's a thick bint who has cost this company more than she's positively contributed. This is fact.
And, I like what I've accomplished with this brand. And I appreciate its core. But, now isn't the time for appreciation, it's about career. My career means the world to me.
Ok, a bit of a white lie- I don't like everyone I work with. One girl (the amanda lepore fanny) simply irks me. She irks me because she's a thick bint who has cost this company more than she's positively contributed. This is fact.
And, I like what I've accomplished with this brand. And I appreciate its core. But, now isn't the time for appreciation, it's about career. My career means the world to me.
It means that much to me that I decided not to renew my modelling contract for that next term with TakeTwo and instead, place primary focus and attention on getting the best results I could from my degree. My career means so much to me that rather than take that year out to travel -as most of my studious counterparts did upon completion of the hardest job in the world. No, I got right to work. I've been working hard and proving my worth in some capacity in this industry since I was 16!
Thus, I was intent on embarking upon a new opportunity. Somewhere, where I believed in the longevity of the product, the designer's vision, luxury, advanced design and so on and so fourth. So, I began my search.
I've been blessed with .....no, let me correct myself...i've worked my arse off to develop strong relationships and acquaintanceships with merchants and designers in the industry who are confident enough with my work that they were kind enough to support and aid me on my search for a new opportunity. Offering to provide references if required or referral where needed.
One man in particular - words cannot describe how much i admire and adore - was of great help and showed continued support in my search. a sharp and universally handsome man. the sort of handsome where you just know life was that much easier for him because he is inviting, warm, engaging...ugh, ok, enough of my platonic crush, you get the picture. a nice man.
Gosh, i've gotta stop with this dilly dallying or i'll lose you...stay put...part deux coming soon
