the call

alright, so the other day i had a casting downtown for vervegirl magazine. i talked to some of the other models, and they were all pretty cool. the thing was that a lot of these girls had beyond brilliantly put together portfolios, where as mine, well, can you say amateur!

anyway so i sat, i waited, i chatted, i got called in, i shook hands, i sat. as the casting director was looking through my book i was quite pleased to see that she looked very, well, pleased. we chatted a bit and then i thanked her, shook hands once more, went on my way out the office, down the elevator, into the freezing snowy weather, and into my dad's amazingly warm car.

aaahhhh, how i've miss you my lovely, snuggly uggs.

i got dropped off at osgoode station and started my wonderful hour-and-a-half-long-journey to school. i ended up making great time, getting there half way through lunch. just enough time to wind down with my friends, not to mention my hilarious and super gorgeous boyfriend before class.

so eventually the 3 o'clock bell was destined to hit, and the boyfriend and i were on our way home when i got the message.

hey S call me back as soon as possible.

i called my agent back and:

hey S! i've got some news for you, guess who got their first job with elite!

sweet!
S