case is obviously outdated and severely outdated, but I will say what is going on, because I think you virtually ukatrupili, after all that if I ignored the whole question of silence, rozpisując for five pages about how it was sick and the poor and suffering.
Well started from the fact that somehow, in November I could lay my hands on notice one of the local magazines that are looking for hostesses for advertising campaigns (namely the company Companys , clothes, shoes, etc., soon you will see on their web catalog Spring 2009). Requirements: an increase in the minimum 167cm, age 24 years. So I decided to try it, hehehe. For the unaware of the dimensions of my personal affairs to explain that I measure with gusts 164cm, 24 years and finished several months ago .... In addition, it had to also be nice, but that pact is already a matter of taste. I sent them in any event, my completely natural, holiday and passport photos, mostly without makeup. All of them, moreover, you already know - the majority came from a secure and wytrenowanej (the gym) TJF master's hand.
unfortunately I can not say I did it all for the eggs. More out of desperation - that if the normal work I can not find here, though it may something. The whole matter, however, quickly forgotten (if I remember, certainly not obżerałabym so when Christmas in Poland) and experienced severe shock when, one January afternoon, lying a at best with a fever 39 degrees, I received a phone that invite me to audition for Zurich next Thursday. I was thus less than 3 days to a cure. Of course not darowałabym itself, if a trifle by fever, runny nose and a splitting pain in my skull was so fun to miss.
so they went 100 miles per semi-ill (you now have an explanation puzzles, where subsequent pleurisy;)), naszprycowana Otrivnem, drops with codeine and similar specyfikami. Unfortunately, also from desiccated complexion, red eyes, and so spierzchniętymi mouth that even the [remainder of better times] remnant Dior lipstick with them unable to cope. The only advantage of the disease was that I looked skinny. Well, maybe not modelkowo-skinny, as if someone clung, but more suchotniczo-gruźliczo-skinny, but always in this industry in plus. Especially since the place they told me to change into their kit prepared by the trousers and white shirt tube. I never ever wear a tube, because it highlights my cut disproportionately large in relation to the calf, thigh. For the white shirt that badly and was placed the ugly. And some little ugly bag. So in total, well, that this work did not receive, because it turned out that not zgarniałabym the money for it, and only bills for clothes with their store!
Ie. so honestly, between us, of course, very sorry, because this one set was perhaps unfortunate, but otherwise have very nice things, and Part two other companies that I like. And besides, since you have not bought anything decent to wear, seriously. If someone knows me from the time when at least once a week I had to have a new blouse, dress or bag, I would probably die as I confess that during my stay in Switzerland from clothing I bought the following: cotton dress
pieces 1 pieces 1 woolen hat
push-up bra 1 pcs
swear word former Shopaholic! Therefore, bless her reason and the light of his mind, that only the other day I was buying expensive things. I mean classics and of good quality - so I can still wear them and do not look like a lump.
A bit of me in a good mood that applications for this casting came to 300, and invited only 35 girls, including me, that there were 10 people there, like, I do not know, exam Preliminary to the Academy of Economics (a novelty for me to deal with such competition - like the classics did I think it was half a person to place);)
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And changing the subject to thank all those who text messages me, and they spread mails and who are worried about me (one of the last text message I received: In and alive? People and worried!) I am now confident that even if I died, my German shepherds, Swiss uh, do not eat!
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