Lonnggg day

6:30am - do do do BOING BOING do do do do do do do BOING BOING
(That is my alarm/ringtone on my phone. If you haven't heard it in person, ask me, it's great! Ask Carlo and Raf! And all the girls at Caroline's bachelorette party. HAH!)

7:00am - hit snooze button 1039840394x, finally get my ass up. Shower and get ready for runway casting #2. Take Ginger to poop.

8:15am- Out of the house. Stop by Starbucks - ummm white chocolate mocha. Going to be a long day.

9:00am - Get to work blah blah

12:15pm - Shit, time for lunch. Run to Togo's. Grab myself and Charles a sammich. No time for lunch. Charles on calls all day. Back to my desk. Sammich sucked. Barely any chicken.

3:20pm - Drive to SF for casting at the agency. Call-time: 4:30pm.

4:30pm - Finally park in the garage on 2nd. Take elevator up. Shit, I need to take a piss. Ask for the bathroom. Go to 9th floor. Walk out and look in the mirror and realize I am wearing the wrong shoes. FUCK, go back down. Give key back to the guy. Go down to garage. Flag down parking attendant. Change shoes. Go back up. Trot a couple blocks to the agency in my stilettos and portfolio in hand.

4:40pm - At the agency. Meet other Passport models - age 17 - 21. Chit chat, sit around. Token.Asian.Short.Model. WOOT WOOT! Sometimes it is not a bad thing. People always remember the short girl.

5:45pm - Shit, I have a conference call at 7pm. What is taking so long? Booker + casting agents in his office. Casting people have been here since 4:45pm. Model texts our booker who is in his office right next to us that some of us have to go.

5:50pm - I get to go first since I only had 10 minutes left.

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Questions of the day:

"What was your last runway show?"

- Yoya SF Boutique, Bloomingdales.

"What brands do you like and that fit you?"

- Marc Jacobs, Anthropologie, Urban, Sevens, Citizens, Frankie B...

"How about Nicole Miller?"

- I think I have tried on her clothes, I just don't remember if it fit well. Just shoulda said yes. Damn honesty. In fact, I think I wore Nicole Miller clothes in the Bloomie's show. Shit!

Took a couple digital pictures of me against the wall.

"Walk for us. One time high energy, another more low key like for evening dresses."

- I start walking up and down the hall. Had to redo my high energy with a smile. Oops was thinking high fashion serious when they said high energy. SMILE! Then did the "fancy dress" walk more "controlled."

"Ok, thank you. Have a good night."

The casting people were very very friendly and courteous. No up and down looks and whispering. Weird... =)

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6:05pm - Dash downstairs with another model that had to go too. Hurry hurry. Trotting on Market Street in my stilettos again. I'm glad these are my comfortable stilettos.

6:10pm - Get to the parking garage. FUCK $20. Yesterday I spent $3. Nice parking attendant says:

"it a lot of ma-nee when you stay longer than thuty minutes" (a la Russell Peters).

Damn SF (#$(*&#$*#$ no convenient subways *(&#$*(&#$*(&# Parking SF #&$(*&#$. I better book this job. Took 15 minutes to get to the highway. Wow, people are being nice and letting me cut in and change lanes.

7:20pm - Got home, thank goodness for 280S and 90mph. Changed into my Homer PJs, took Ginger to piss. Feed the baby. 20 minutes late for conference call. Still nobody knows how to do the project for school. It's due Sunday.

8:30pm - Conference call over. Stomach is killing me. So hungry. Stomach is eating itself! Raf stops by and heats up leftover pasta for me.

9:00pm - Talk about my quarter life crisis. Oh what am I going to do with my life? Realize that the extra $30K I took out in school loans for my MBA was a total waste. Oh~ Le Cordon Bleu, Paris... Decided to not take the other job offer at my current company (different department) even though it pays a bit more (but still not enough.) But there is a price for everything so we will see. Walk Ginger to go pee and poop.

9:30pm - Sit down to do homework. Talk to classmates online. Get much needed help. Thank Buddha.

10:30pm - Get sidetracked talking about food and recipes with classmate online. Too tired to go over analysis in xls. XLS XLS XLS!!! NO MORE XLS PLEASE!!! (Right, Caroline? ;D). Read up on school discussion board. Professor makes huge statement on the class board. Here are some excerpts:

Based on a couple of phone conversations and an email from students in this class today, I gather that the scores I posted for the PepsiCo case were lower than expected. I believe there is going to be a conference call tomorrow for us to participate in an effort to understand what went wrong, my expectations, and how you can do better on the remaining assignments.

I understand that my conclusion provides little comfort to you, if you are struggling. Let me provide some hints. It is against my nature to provide outright answers since I firmly believe doing so short-changes the learning process. I'm sure some of you aren't happy with this conclusion since you are looking to move on to a more "enjoyable" subject and want this course over with. I accept that.

11:30pm - Update blog. Even though it seems that no one reads this except L'Erhan. Because he is tres cool and leaves me the most comments. Ah, I think Weenie left me more comments than Raf! And as a blogger, you know that we love comments!

Right, Ysabel?

12:00am -Time to wash dishes. Make Ginger's breakfast/dinner. Feed her antibiotics. Get ready for bed. Carlo comes back from gym... with In And Out in his hands. He is in the shower. I am hungry again. Time to steal food. Damn, he came out. Chit chat.

1:45am - ZZZzzzzzz