American Apparel?

Ok... so as you are all well aware, I'm pretty busted in the flesh but happen to be decently photogenic.  About a hear and a half ago, for shits and gigs, I sent some pictures to American Apparel as they are always looking for "real" models for their campaigns and to model their clothes.  I didn't hear back but I didn't really care.  I only sent pics in the first place because let's face it- some of their models don't even have that pretty of faces or awesomely fit bodies.  However, about a week ago, I was surfing the A.A website looking at new clothes, and I was like: "dude, if some of these chicks can model for them, why can't I?"  So, feeling empowered and particularly attractive that day, I sent some pics.  I expected to hear no response, as that is the way my life generally goes.  However, Sunday, while at work (and only three short days after I'd initially submitted the pictures) I got an email from an A.A. photographer requesting me to set up a time to do a test shoot.  I was naturally stoked (omg, someone thinks I'm good enough for AA!). haha.   The only downfall is that the time they decided on was Wednesday at 2 pm.  I am free wednesday, but I work tuesday night and again on thursday.  I don't mind missing work because let's face it, I fucking hate macehole's.  But I'd have to take a bus down wednesday morning (because even I don't want to skip two days of work... so I'd only allow myself to skip thursday night and still go on tuesday).  I also considered the fact that the test shoot is unpaid, and the rate that an AA model is paid for the 'real' shoot (if my tests were decent enough) would be a measly 10 an hour.  It's not like I'm hot or tall enough to go into more modeling, so this endevour would be pretty pointless.  Plus as we know, the CEO of AA is a major perv with several law suits against him filed for sexual assault/harassment by employees... and some of the ads are highly degrading towards women.  I mailed back the photographer to see if I can change the test shoot to Thursday or Friday.  If that is doable, I will definitely do the test shoot... what do I have to loose except some integrity? hahahahaa.   If they can't do either of those days, clearly it's not meant to be.  I don't want to wake up at 5:30 am on wednesday to catch a 7:00 bus to NYC, I will most definitely look like shit from lack of sleep and be in a frazzled tizzy and sweaty (no doubt).  If I get a response and can come later in the week, it's kismet, if not, fuck it.  I'm working on my novel now and hope to get it published (call me naive, call me stupid... I think it will sell).  Now I'm off to work at shitty Macehole's where I will be anxiously awaiting another email and hating life for 9 hours.  

Updates

I haven't written anything in quite some time, so I might as well make an entry on this terribly boring, rainy day.  Hmm, where to start... my car is finally cosmetically fixed and looks like new again!  Thank God for that; it was really hard driving on the highway with no right-side mirror.  I am still working at Maceholes and it sucks a fat chode.  My manager wants to put me at the Shiseido counter but I don't plan on staying at Maceholes any longer than another month or two, so to take the time to have them train me would be both unfair to them and me.  Also, how can I be expected to sell a product I can't even afford (the cremes are as much as $200 for a 1.7 ounce bottle at Shiseido) or wear (the colors, especially the foundations, are all geared towards Asians with darker undertones).  I really don't think I'm fit for this shit job any longer.  Yikes.  My entire summer plan was to save money, but I spend what little I make in gas and daily living expenses.  So much for my noble plan.  Now I'm looking for jobs in the city.  I mean, my sister is generous enough to let me live with her, rent-free, until I find a 'real job,' so I might as well take her up on the offer instead of pussy-footing around.  I just applied for an internship at thesartorialist.com.  I hope to hear back from them because it would be completely awesome to get my foot in the door doing something I really want to do (even if it doesn't pay at first, chances are they would hire me at an entry-level position).  Let's hope that works out.

My entire town seems to be shutting down.  Our only decent eatery (the once illustrious Jericho Inn, which was last known as 'The Olive Branch') closed.  I don't know why either; they had good reviews, seemingly steady business, and the food was pretty casual and yummy.  After they closed, the local pharmacy (which has been up and running since the dawn of Bainbridge) was bought out by Rite-Aid.  Now I have to take an entire 30 minutes of my time to drive to Sidney once a month to pick up my BC.  How inconvenient. I bet the old people on daily medications are super pissed.  This area gets more depressing every day.  The only good thing about this town seems to be the fact that *IF (and only if) I WANTED TO* I could run naked through the empty streets every night at 3 am without being seen, harassed, or arrested.  I did have a couple of drinking adventures around town a couple of summers ago. Fun times.  What other town can you think of where you know you'll never get caught if you want to drink on the playground or in the middle of the football field on a summer night?  Not that I'm promoting that.  It's not a very class thing to do; but when I was 21 it was pretty damn fun and quite thrilling.

The other night I celebrated a good friend's bday in Oneonta.  I met up with two of my other friends who are still in college and it was a little saddening to know that I am not going back to school this fall.  I mean, I didn't really like Oneonta, to be honest, but I feel so old now. haha.  Anywho, it was a really fun night, and despite telling myself I'd only have two drinks max, I got a bit out of control (nothing like the days of yore, but still a bit more excitable and crazy than I should have liked to have been).

In body image news, I am feeling so effing voluptuous today.  Two weeks ago, I was 100 lbs, but in response to a handful of people, I felt pressure to gain back some of the weight I lost.  I am now 105 and feeling like a cow because of course, the weight immediately went to my tits, ass, and thighs, making me feel like a walking sex object.  I'm like a down-sized, whiter kardashian.  Yipes!   Guess it's back to salads and no sweets for me.

Lalalala.  I hate Maceholes.

"Kelsey, were you crying about wearing black? Because If you were I will seriously have to slap you."

"Kelsey, were you crying about wearing black?  Because if you were, I will seriously have to slap you." - Dustin Lieb

No, I was actually crying because I'm stressed out... stressed to the point of dropping weight, which means I'm really stressed... stressed beyond the point of typical stress-binging. haha.  Oh god.  What a fucking week it has been.  I got in a minor ($3,500 total cost) car accident on Sunday Night.  A blasted deer jumped out and I swerved to the right thinking I'd just brush the bushes, but said bushes were obscuring a barbed wire fence. Now the money I wanted to put towards an awesome birthday weekend for my boyfriend will be going towards my $500 deductible.  Hey, at least I have insurance... TG for that.   Before that my phone broke.  We all know my crazy-ass gets anxiety when my phone is inept because it is my only source of communication in my long-distance relationship.  The phone got water-logged when I was swimming at a friend's house; even though I moved the phone for the sole purpose it was out of the splash zone.  I didn't dare tell my father (who pays all of my bills and bought my 2010 car last year) about the phone because he was so good about the fact that the car accident occurred.  So I had to deal with that shit myself.  I am feeling terribly bad about the car though; as much as I hate to admit it, sometimes I'm pretty spoiled.  Not compared to rich people, but I'm definitely spoiled in my own, middle-class way.  I've never paid my own insurance, I didn't buy that 2010 Corolla- my dad did; and, I have never paid a cell phone bill.  I have a billion bugbites and bruises, a weird fucking rash that the dr. said was probably a bad reaction to an antibiotic I was on... (but I'm also a freaky-deaky hypochondriac).
Sigh.  What else... Oh yes, I'm working all day, every Saturday, because I'm the 'new girl' at work, and No, I cannot trade a Saturday shift, unless I want to be fired.  So, this means my boyfriend cannot visit this week, and even next week when he does, I'll be exempt for 7 hours at work.  WTF.  It could always be worse though; my car only had superficial damages, it still runs as smoothly as the day it came into my life.  I sent away for a new phone this afternoon which will be shipped out overnight.  I'm thankful my friends and family and bf put up with me and my dramatic tendencies when shit like this happens. haha.  I'm pretty sure everyone in my family, my friends, and my bf have had to listen to me cry at least once this week, either in person (my poor dad) or over the phone (my poor bf).  And yes, as a matter of fact, I am SO FUCKING SICK OF WEARING BLACK!   Why do I have to dress like Fucking Angelina Jolie circa 1998-2002 to work at Macehole's?!  I can't even wear the 'sexy' black I would like to... so despite the fact I have a closet of black body-con dresses, tanks and skirts, none of that is appropriate.  I am still job searching for another, better paying job.  I refuse to see 1/4 of my pay check go to gas every week.  Let me tell you, Madame Oar's is looking pretty damn promising these days!   JK... I would def. get nakie, but I will not grind my precious goodies on any dude's lap... nasty.

This economy is shit

Why did I ever have the idea in my head that finding a job would be simple as cake once I had a four-year degree?  I'm not even looking for a "real" job (aka a job that pertains to my degree or is one that I can build a career off of) just yet.  All I wanted was a simple, low-wage job just to save some money this summer and make for easy work.  So I finally started work at Macehole's (you know the company I really mean) after they dicked me around for almost a full month after the initial interview and fact they hired me.  What a pain in the ass- I had to write a scathing letter to corporate offices about their lack of organization and the fact they told me I was hired and failed to return my calls or let me know what was going on.  As you can imagine, they were notified and apologized profusely and had me into fill out paperwork within the next couple of days.  I'm yet to be entered into the computer system so I don't have an actual schedule set up, or the ability to request work days, hours, etc. yet.  Therefore, I had to call myself to speak with my manager and find out when she wants me to come into work this week.  Well, as per usual, no one answered the office phone, so I was forced to leave a message telling her I wanted to know my hours this week and kindly requesting she call me back.  No word yet, and that was 5 hours ago.  I JUST WANT TO FUCKING WORK BECAUSE I WANT  SOME FUCKING MONEY!!!!! Goddamn man!  I will scrub floors, or empty trash, I don't care.  However, all of the dicking around Macehole's has put me through is hardly worth the fact I'm being paid $8.00 an hour and my first week in, I was only given 12 hours of work.  Totally not worth it.  My job search continues tomorrow; alas, that does not negate the fact I need money now.  Sigh... it's a vicious circle.  Some might say: "oh, you're so lucky you don't have a job, now you can do what you want"  LIES.  It's kind of hard to go out and have fun with no discretionary income of which to speak.  And I'm not the only one in this boat.  Everything in this two-bit town seems to be closing lately: The Olive Branch, The Pharmacy... this place blows whale dick.  I have so many friends that now have bachelor's degrees and cannot even find simple, temporary summer jobs within a 30 mile radius.  And, with the price of gas, it's totally not worth it to drive more than 30 miles for a low-wage job.  I'm so fucking stressed.  I have student loans to pay off come November, I'm sick of living at home, I'm sick of being away from my boyfriend, and I'm sick of this area.   FML.

What a Waste of Black , part deux

So I finally heard back from the lady at Macie's (misspelled on purpose) and she said she would call me tomorrow and hopefully I will be starting work later this week/early next week... THANK GOD.  I don't care if I'm working 10 hour days, I want/need money!  I have been in a most savage mood for the past three days waiting to hear back from them; luckily I'm in a much more cheerful disposition knowing I am in fact going to be working.  I'm watching Gentlemen Prefer Blondes currently, and wondering why women always played such twits in the 50s.  Surely not all women were twits in real life!  Fuck this, I need to find a different film ASAP, Marilyn Monroe is so generic. Looks like I'm going to be watching The September Issue yet again;  I'm craving fashion today.  Thank god I got that job! lol... I now get to play with makeup all day and sell shit I'd actually buy myself (unlike my last job at Scaire's (have to change the name for legal purposes :p ).  Not that I didn't occasionally purchase tutus for myself ;p (shameful, I know).  Hey, sometimes a girl just needs to play dress up.  Having no job and not being in school has gotten old real fast.  I've gone running for the past week straight, and yesterday and today I went running twice because I simply had nothing better to do... pathetic.  I don't even know why I run- I swear to god it makes me fatter because my muscles get bulky.  In addition to running like a buffoon, I've immensely been looking forward to starting work, and given that the dress code is all black, I've played dress up and brainstormed a bevy of fun black ensembles to wear to the new job.  I'm sick.  I've been so terribly boring lately I really think I'm in need of a wild night (or two) out.  I can't remember the last time I was completely shit-faced.  Even though I feel 200 % healthier when I don't drink, sometimes it's good for the soul to drown in cranberry and vodkas.  Seeing as how my plans to visit my bf were shattered I suppose this is the perfect weekend to do so.  All I know, is that I need to get out of this town ASAP.  I'm ready to choke a bitch.  On another note, I've noticed a lot of people posting pictures of themselves in bikini's on facebook recently (tis the season).  I say, if you're proud of your body, more power to you... I am sure some of them are sluts, and I'm sure some of them are not.  I'd just like to say, there are a lot of judgmental individuals out there too quick to call a girl a 'ho' for posting said pic... but why is it ok for men to post shirtless pictures of themselves flexing their goddamn muscles?  It just makes no sense for a double standard to exist in the year 2011.  I'd like to rant about other issues now like abortion, planned parenthood funding, and the use of birth control but I'll save those good topics for another day.  I'm drained.

What a waste of black

My interview at Macie's (yeah, I misspelled that on purpose- just heard about some chick getting sued for slandering Forever XXI's name and don't want to risk anything) went very well; so well, in fact, that I was "hired" on the spot.  The woman who interviewed me said she was going to put me in cosmetics and fragrance, she even went so far as to introduce me to all the women working there as the 'new team member.'  She told me she'd call back with scheduling etc. on Sunday or Monday... it is now Tuesday night and I've yet to hear from her.  I tried calling her, but found myself juggled between various corporate offices, at the end of dead-end extensions, and leaving several voicemails and messages.  If I don't hear from her by Thursday, I'm assuming the job is a no-go (even though I was sure I had it).  Whatever.  Sadly, my mom already bought me a few new black garments for (what I thought was) my new job.  Oh well, they're all cute enough to wear in my daily life this summer.  I'm starting to think there's no point in dicking around with a summer job and just going for the kill and looking for a real job.  On another note, I'm now strong enough to jog a full mile without stopping.  Two months ago I couldn't jog 1/2 a mile without stopping. Must be the elimination of sugar and alcohol from my diet. hahaha.  Omg, I watched "Ice Loves Coco" the other day and loved it... so cheesy, but so good.  I love Coco, even if she's trashy, even if she's orange, there is just something so endearing about her. haha.

Lalalala

So, now that I've been out of school for a solid four weeks, I'm losing my mind to boredom.  There are only so many delicious meals I can make that take a whole afternoon to prepare.  One day I was so bored, I spent 4 hours making homemade pasta noodles, sauce from scratch, homemade meatballs and bruschetta.  I haven't really been doing my best to find a job, but I have an interview tomorrow at Macy's and am hoping that goes well because this girl needs to make some money.  I think I may even want two jobs for the remainder of the summer so I can make bank and save up before possibly relocating and finding a "real" job (that is one that utilizes my degree/s and is permanent/semi permanent).  For now anything will do as long as I have substantial hours and am slightly above minimum wage.  I had a most delightful weekend in the city this past weekend (minus the call from my sister berating me for using a spoonful of body scrub).  My bf was able to come in for the night on Saturday and I made a wonderful meal of salmon over penne with white wine, chile creme sauce, mini meatballs in marinara sauce, and a caprice salad.  Later we ordered in some delicious Crif Dogs (seeing as how between the two of us we consumed a bottle of champagne and two bottles of vino- I was so hungover early the next morning).

Emma and I had a romantic night in Friday before my bf arrived.  We watched the sunset and several documentaries about the Russian Ballet. 

Dinner for deux on the roof top terrace... I'm such a nerd

I got a bit buzzed while cooking and waiting for the bf to arrive... it was a sloppy presentation.

 My week has been fairly lame since Monday.  I've done extensive online searching for jobs both in the area, and in NYC (just getting a feel for what's available in my line of study).  Today I was looking through my "work" clothes drawer (you know, the ugly ass pants you would only wear to work), and decided to do a little alteration on my fave seersucker pants from Abercrombie.  It took seriously a total of 30 minutes to transform these bad boys from drab wide legs to sexy skinnys.  I was quite pleased with my result:

The wide leg version... don't mind my homely, just-washed morning fro ;p

 

And the skinny version, TaDa!  Don't mind my afternoon fro either (fucking humidity).

Yeah, there's just no winning with my hair in this weather.  I'm a terribly boring individual this week.  Let's hope next week leads to something new and exciting... preferably a job and money.