Thursday was an interesting day as well. Although really, aren't they all? Lara and I ran into each other at Como and went into the shop where all the lights were off this time. She told me that Jen and Jason had a lot of new merchandise coming in the shop that day, so we'd be doing a lot of organizing and hanging and memorizing. We now have a whole rack just for women's jeans in the furniture room. Some of them are pretty cute, and I saw some cigarette pants that I covet.
Before this, Lara asked me to re-arrange some hats on the two hat racks, making the left rack for spring, so that is what the approaching customers would first notice, and the right rack for winter. I think I did a pretty good job and Lara, after she was done wiping down the counters and vacuuming, acknowledged a job well done with a compliment. Then it was back on the ladder, because the '50s circle skirts in the other room were completely unorganized. Some of the other interns had tried, she told me, but she never liked their way of organizing them. So I took the time to place them in color coded order.
When Jen and Jason came in later with two huge bags of goodies, I was sent up and down and all around, with everyone else there to help, to put all the new spring and summer items away. Then I got a pleasant surprise. My boyfriend came to visit me at the shop and proceeded to offer me a lunch of strawberries and sushi. It was a really good ending to a very nice day. Before that, I dusted the jewelry rack and told Lara's friend Wendy, on Lara's request, that she was filing for friendship divorce.
Friday, March 14, 2008
wednesday
Wednesday and Thursday were pretty crazyyyyy! I walked to Mad4Mod from school on Wednesday. It was a lovely experience, because it was such a beautiful day outside, even with all the snow and slush crunching and slipping beneath my feet. When I got to the store Lara was just arriving so we walked in together; it seemed that Jen and Jason had already been in earlier to turn on all the lights and the heat. Even, to both of our joy, the basement lights. It's really creepy having to walk down the dark stairs with a flash light and go into a small room to start the electricity, the only thing keeping you from tripping being the one flash light and common sense.
Lara had forgotten her ipod again and when Jason came in he offered to go pick it up, because the store without music is really odd and hollow. Music always creates happy laughter and a stream of lyrics when there's no words. It helps you tune out to everything else and focus on the task at hand. Quite handy, in my opinion.
Anyway, so I took off my heels and put on my boots to clean the store front window, because there'd been a leak from the apartment above us that had caused the window to get very dirty. I like windexing the counters and the windows, so this was quite a fine job for me to do. I did it twice, because I hate streaky windows. After that, Lara had me take out the ladder and go to three top racks in the store, where we keep our high end dresses, to organize them. I think it's now generally known in the store that i'm good with color coding and organizing. I even developed a system downstairs in the basement somewhat. I'm glad i'm not terrified of heights, but if I had been I know Lara would have taken the task from me.
Lara had forgotten her ipod again and when Jason came in he offered to go pick it up, because the store without music is really odd and hollow. Music always creates happy laughter and a stream of lyrics when there's no words. It helps you tune out to everything else and focus on the task at hand. Quite handy, in my opinion.
Anyway, so I took off my heels and put on my boots to clean the store front window, because there'd been a leak from the apartment above us that had caused the window to get very dirty. I like windexing the counters and the windows, so this was quite a fine job for me to do. I did it twice, because I hate streaky windows. After that, Lara had me take out the ladder and go to three top racks in the store, where we keep our high end dresses, to organize them. I think it's now generally known in the store that i'm good with color coding and organizing. I even developed a system downstairs in the basement somewhat. I'm glad i'm not terrified of heights, but if I had been I know Lara would have taken the task from me.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Blizzard
On Sunday I am ashamed to say that before going into the store I had a minor emotional fit. I was angry at one of my friend's, tired and blue, and I wasn't in the mood to be modeling. But I picked myself up and walked to the store, trudging through the banks of snow, and got there early, confronted with a locked up shop. Jason arrived soon after with his wife Jen and the '50s clothes model Daryn tagging behind him.
Much to my surprise, Jason locked the door behind him, saying there was no need to be open today and get distracted. I had never shot with Jennifer, his wife, before so I was nervous. When I was doing the measurements I also noticed that many of the '70s maxi dresses had been severely shortened to sell better on Ebay, and I found myself wishing I could take a few home. With my ipod playing over the sound system at a loud volume, and Jennifer telling me how cute I looked, we actually had a good time and I forgot about my bad start.
That was actually probably my favorite day at the shop this week, because it was all chill and relaxed and everyone was very encouraging. It also gave me something to do for a few more hours and distracted me from being angry. When I was done with the outfits they offered me a ride home but I declined, preferring to walk by myself the short block home.
Much to my surprise, Jason locked the door behind him, saying there was no need to be open today and get distracted. I had never shot with Jennifer, his wife, before so I was nervous. When I was doing the measurements I also noticed that many of the '70s maxi dresses had been severely shortened to sell better on Ebay, and I found myself wishing I could take a few home. With my ipod playing over the sound system at a loud volume, and Jennifer telling me how cute I looked, we actually had a good time and I forgot about my bad start.
That was actually probably my favorite day at the shop this week, because it was all chill and relaxed and everyone was very encouraging. It also gave me something to do for a few more hours and distracted me from being angry. When I was done with the outfits they offered me a ride home but I declined, preferring to walk by myself the short block home.
next days
Thursday wasn't very difficult either, and a few people still managed to come into the shop despite the awful weather. Lara made cracks that she didn't say that it was okay if it snowed, no one checked with her, and the customers politely laughed before walking away to browse. Julie came in and visited Lara and I as we were sitting drinking some tea, something for the cold I felt brewing. Lara always has some organic tea to help us get through the day.
One thing that was really sad, however, was a woman who came in to look for a pink high necked dress with lace or ruffles, for her mom's burial outfit. I almost started crying, it was just so awful to think about. I don't think I could do something like that without emotionally breaking down, but my mom insisted she wants to be cremated so that wasn't a problem. Perhaps i'm being a bit morbid, but it's hard not to be when you see something like that.
On Friday, the day the snows began to fall heavy, we had a total of two customers come in to the shop. Me and Lara basically spent the whole time cleaning. It started with me sweeping out the back area of my own accord and then tackling the shelves below the display cases that desperately needed to be organized. I'm big on organization and cleaning. After that was done, I swept the store, Lara vaccumed, and we windexed everything in sight. It was looking very clean by the time Jason walked in and announced that I could go home, because the snow was getting awful outside. I thanked him and left, but he said we'd still be shooting on Sunday, and to bring my black heels.
One thing that was really sad, however, was a woman who came in to look for a pink high necked dress with lace or ruffles, for her mom's burial outfit. I almost started crying, it was just so awful to think about. I don't think I could do something like that without emotionally breaking down, but my mom insisted she wants to be cremated so that wasn't a problem. Perhaps i'm being a bit morbid, but it's hard not to be when you see something like that.
On Friday, the day the snows began to fall heavy, we had a total of two customers come in to the shop. Me and Lara basically spent the whole time cleaning. It started with me sweeping out the back area of my own accord and then tackling the shelves below the display cases that desperately needed to be organized. I'm big on organization and cleaning. After that was done, I swept the store, Lara vaccumed, and we windexed everything in sight. It was looking very clean by the time Jason walked in and announced that I could go home, because the snow was getting awful outside. I thanked him and left, but he said we'd still be shooting on Sunday, and to bring my black heels.
Broken Computer
Haven't been able to log on until just now, with the computer out. This week walkabout was interesting. Me and Lara found out that we had a lot in common with each other. As we listened to the tunes of "Hey Jude" and "Light My Fire" we bonded over similar connections. Even though she is over thirty with a fourteen year old son of her own, we found a lot to laugh over and talk about. We like the same bands and we both had a few crazy stories to share with eachother.
I am also a notorious neat freak, but we'll come to that later. Jason wasn't in the shop for a few days, so me and Lara were basically on our own. I dealt with the customers and the calls quite efficiently, if I do say so myself. There wasn't tons of business what with the '70s Ballet Met party finally being over, but there was another vintage party coming up that many people had apparently been invited to.
One woman came in with some rad 'vintage' pants that she'd bought on Ebay, but me and Lara quickly distinguished they weren't vintage by the Miss Sixty label on the pants. Still, they were awfully cute, curdoroy low waist with 'trippy' designs stenciled on. We helped outfit her and she left the store laughing, ready to drag her husband in next time to outfit him in skintight leather pants; or so she hoped.
I am also a notorious neat freak, but we'll come to that later. Jason wasn't in the shop for a few days, so me and Lara were basically on our own. I dealt with the customers and the calls quite efficiently, if I do say so myself. There wasn't tons of business what with the '70s Ballet Met party finally being over, but there was another vintage party coming up that many people had apparently been invited to.
One woman came in with some rad 'vintage' pants that she'd bought on Ebay, but me and Lara quickly distinguished they weren't vintage by the Miss Sixty label on the pants. Still, they were awfully cute, curdoroy low waist with 'trippy' designs stenciled on. We helped outfit her and she left the store laughing, ready to drag her husband in next time to outfit him in skintight leather pants; or so she hoped.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Decisions are hard.
This week was really boring, through and through.
I've been thinking a lot about life and the future, what i'm going to do next year.
As Lara and I leaned on the counters, watching people shop who didn't desire our help, she asked me where I was going to go to college next year. Actually, a lot of people have been asking me that, and they're always surprised at my answer, as was Lara and Jason, when he heard. I answered that I'd only applied to Columbus State because I don't know if i'm going to be here next year, which is true, but it's not a family situation or just a random decision that came to me, it's something i've been working up to all year. When she asked where I was going I said either New York or Miami, hopefully, and why, I said to become a model.
Everyone's always really surprised to hear that. Then they cover their skepticism and doubtfulness saying something like, oh, yes you should... etc. Honestly, it's a little terrifying, and I don't know if I'm ready to move away from home, but being ready isn't the issue. I have to take the oppertunity if it comes, and it looks like it's finally coming. Sometimes people ask me if I am just branching off on my own and expecting i'll make it, but i'm not that silly or unplanned. I understand very well that moves like this require a lot of thought and saving. Because of Mad4Mod, school, and working out, there's hardly time to get a well paying job, but i'm still looking in the hopes of finding one good enough. I've opened a savings account at National City and I already have someone i'm supposed to contact after my graduation who wants to manage me and take me to New York, hopefully, if any of his contacts there respond.
Sometimes I get sad thinking about it. I just got into a serious relationship again, right after my last move broke up the one thing I thought was forever, and i'm moving. I just forged the closest friendship i've ever had with a friend that's always been there but never been this close to me, and now I have to leave her behind. It's these thoughts that keep me up at night, close to tears, and hugging the sheets to my chest. I know I can't stay behind in Ohio because i'd regret the decision forever, and you honestly can't become a famous model in Columbus, no matter how much i'd like it. New York is the place in which modeling is a competition and a career- all serious models end up there at least once. I just wish I could bundle up all my friends, and family in a big blanket and take them with me. But I can't.
Decisions, decisions.
I've been thinking a lot about life and the future, what i'm going to do next year.
As Lara and I leaned on the counters, watching people shop who didn't desire our help, she asked me where I was going to go to college next year. Actually, a lot of people have been asking me that, and they're always surprised at my answer, as was Lara and Jason, when he heard. I answered that I'd only applied to Columbus State because I don't know if i'm going to be here next year, which is true, but it's not a family situation or just a random decision that came to me, it's something i've been working up to all year. When she asked where I was going I said either New York or Miami, hopefully, and why, I said to become a model.
Everyone's always really surprised to hear that. Then they cover their skepticism and doubtfulness saying something like, oh, yes you should... etc. Honestly, it's a little terrifying, and I don't know if I'm ready to move away from home, but being ready isn't the issue. I have to take the oppertunity if it comes, and it looks like it's finally coming. Sometimes people ask me if I am just branching off on my own and expecting i'll make it, but i'm not that silly or unplanned. I understand very well that moves like this require a lot of thought and saving. Because of Mad4Mod, school, and working out, there's hardly time to get a well paying job, but i'm still looking in the hopes of finding one good enough. I've opened a savings account at National City and I already have someone i'm supposed to contact after my graduation who wants to manage me and take me to New York, hopefully, if any of his contacts there respond.
Sometimes I get sad thinking about it. I just got into a serious relationship again, right after my last move broke up the one thing I thought was forever, and i'm moving. I just forged the closest friendship i've ever had with a friend that's always been there but never been this close to me, and now I have to leave her behind. It's these thoughts that keep me up at night, close to tears, and hugging the sheets to my chest. I know I can't stay behind in Ohio because i'd regret the decision forever, and you honestly can't become a famous model in Columbus, no matter how much i'd like it. New York is the place in which modeling is a competition and a career- all serious models end up there at least once. I just wish I could bundle up all my friends, and family in a big blanket and take them with me. But I can't.
Decisions, decisions.
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