No medial breakthrough and Psycho of the month
Five months ago I got a dash of hubris and thought I was really hot for no reason in particular. Although it seems strange that I would turn from okay to really hot out of a sudden it's still a more likely event than me winning the Powerball jackpot tonight. Obviously It did not happen but one agency preyed on my hubris by telling my how awesome I looked in order to sell me a $200 package of pictures and agent services. Once the package was sold I was quickly demoted from the promised page 2 for models to page 50 for extras. Since no-one looks that far back in order to find an extra I was grumbling for a while over my defeat and $200 loss. Worse yet all the pictures the agency took of me were so I horrible so I have not even been able to use them for my online hunting! An outrage!
This week however they apparently felt pitiful so they gave me the chance to redeem myself and make my money back by signing me up as an extra for TV advertising. The pay rate was $300 which after agent fee and taxes will probably end up with $200 for me or in other words I get the money back.
So how was it? It was fucking boring. On the other hand since I got $300 for like seven hours it was twice the pay rate of the boredom I usually endure at work.
So what annoyed me? Well that I lost. Because there was 5 men and 5 women. 3 of the women were hot so let’s assume 3 of the men were considered hot as well. I was among the 4 people who got sent home when they took shots were you could actually determine what the extras looked like. Bummer!
Oh well to look at it from the bright side there are far worse things than being considered ugly in a room full of models. If one for instance is the fattest person in a full McDonalds restaurant then one truly has an appropriate reason for self-loathing; so I will definitely celebrate with drinks over my “success” once I get the pay check.:)
Moving on to my next topic “The Psycho of the month”. This is about the guy who wrote to me on a dating website asking if would be interested in selling a pair of used boxers for $100. Since a par of new underwear is like $5 it was an interesting proposition from a business point of view. To be sure he actually meant business I asked if it was an actual business proposition or a strange pickup line. He claimed it was business only as he was bi-curious which in his case meant that he had a girlfriend but liked wearing other men’s used underwear. The appropriate answer to this would be “You are psycho go see a shrink.” But I reckoned that I needed the money more than the shrink does so I told him that the deal was viable and that we could meet up outside the supermarket for the exchange.
The Exchange however never took place. This was due to the psycho gay insisting on the exchange taking place in his dungeon. It’s one thing to deliver the used underwear to the psycho in a public place (Most people would probably refuse that one as well). To deliver to the dungeon however is beyond stupid; provided that one’s dream is not to be raped and molested by a psycho in the psycho’s dungeon.
That’s all for now
// The Master
