(65) Successful Mission

Well, the fashion show was a success after all. I am so happy it's over!

For the longest time I told myself that all the work and the stress wasn't worth it, but the ending result has changed my mind completely. I feel like all the work and the stress; the blood, sweat, and tears, is what made it such a good show.

Everyone was able to change outfits in perfect timing. Tashina, Alana, and myself seemed to be hustlin' quite a bit throughout the show. I hate to sound vain, but I'm pretty impressed that I was able to switch outfits so quickly, sometimes in a matter of 10-15 seconds. I once literally ran right up to the front of the line within 2 seconds of my cue to walk. Moving on!

On a lesser note, I look forward to helping out again, hopefully next year. Next time around, we'll have a much, much better idea of what a fashion show consists of and how it works behind the scenes. I can't even begin to imagine what would have happened if Chris' expertise hadn't intervened to help us.

So I'm glad I helped, I'm glad I modeled, and I'm glad it was a success. And I'm glad it's over.

Now lets talk about the things I'm not very happy about in my life.
Staying up late last night and getting less than 5 hours of sleep did exactly what I knew it was going to do -- fuck up my daily routine. I purposely skipped Astro, but I set my alarm to go off at 9:30AM for work at 10. It did, but I hit "off" instead of snooze and slept in until 10:40. I jumped out of bed, only to realize how exhausted I still was, so I looked around the room and decided to just go back to bed. Strike II on my awful "no call, no show" count.
I'm sure this can get me fired, no questions asked. No excuses to make either. But the office at Woodworth has a tendency to be complete push-overs when it comes to student workers. I'm hoping some good reasoning and my acting skills will be convincing enough to keep the job I totally don't deserve anymore.