Howdy folks, well here I am back from my first day in proper job land! Today has been absolutely mental but a total blast at the same time! And, on top of all this excitement, I found out I’m owed 8 days of holiday from my last job. That’s more than a week people. Ohhhhh yes!
Loads of info to take in, about a million names and faces I’ve already forgotten, but I seemed to slip into things pretty well. It’s really great to be in a working environment where everyone is constantly buzzing and doing what they love – I foresee fabulous things!
I spent a significant portion of my day today trying to fathom exactly how one costume, used purely for the purpose of a singular photoshoot, managed to get three zeros on the price tag. WTF? Was given the task of chasing up a different costume… will certainly not be asking for hand stitched sequins. No sir!
This week is going to be a bit manic methinks due to all the first week madness. Going to a briefing on a whole new show tomorrow that I think is pretty much going to be my baby for the next few months. Rock on! I’ve looked at the cast list – there are some names I know and some I don’t but there appears to be a general rule of hotness about the guys in this show. Darn it. What kind of high flying executive would I be if I banged the cast members. Sigh. I’ll have to look elsewhere for bingo points!
Speaking of which, I got a text on Friday from The Hobbit asking me to go out for a drink. This is the first I’ve heard from him since he spent the day starting his conversations with ‘Guess what everyone? I shagged Ritzi last week!’ so I was not particularly inclined to ‘go for a drink’ which quite obviously meant ‘get pissed and have sex’.
No Hobbit. You have pubic stubble. This is not nice. BE A MAN!
Besides, I had a perfectly lovely weekend alternating between lie-ins, casual coffees/lunches in town, walks in the park and movie nights. I mean seriously, I watched so many movies this weekend I believe I succeeded in making an ass print on the couch. Amazing. And throughout all this I did not need to worry about shaving my legs, not eating carbs or doing any kind of lady place maintenance. Quite frankly, The Hobbit didn’t stand a chance.
I’m too knackered to cook, so I just ate a bowl of branflakes. Despite only having half a jacket potato for lunch I feel pretty satisfied. Maybe this crazy hectic schedule is going to be even better for me than I thought! Especially since Maxie G has informed me that I should bring a bikini to Vienna with me.
A BIKINI!!! Bloody hell I may have a natural tan but that’s not going to help me next to her of the perfect figure aka Ms Maxie G. Cripes.