<Imagine this read in the manner of Victor's Eurotrip in Rules of Attraction>
I looked fucking incredible today... Even if I do say so myself.
So I went to bed at 3 am Thursday morning with the intention of getting up 2 hours later to do some more work on my portfolio because I had an interview with a recruiter at 9am and since it is "MY DAY" numerologically (I'm an 11 so the 20th makes it my day) I've decided to do a cold call on the worlds best agency to see if I can work there. I slept in I wake up at 8:05 and panicked because my recruiter is in North Sydney which is 40 mins way by train. I have a shower and decided to dress in a pair of jeans a black t and a formal jacket a change from the fact I've been unemployed and getting around in just shorts the last few weeks. I run down to the station and hop on a train without paying for a ticket. As I step on the train and I get a phone call from the receptionist... My recruiter is running later "Yesssssss" I arrive in North Sydney. Have a awesome meeting with my recruiter who tells me she knows exactly where to put me. I walk out and run down the road to my old agency and catch up for coffee and breakfast with a friend of mine. I walk back up to the station buy a ticket and hop on the next train to Sydney Town Hall station. I hop off there and search like a motherfucker for a WiFi Hotspot and don't find one as I walk down the road to an old coffee haunt of mine to see if they still have WiFi I get distracted by the comic shop and spend 15 mins in there. I walk down to this coffee shop (Gloria Jeans on Pitt St near Central for those that know.) buy a coffee(out of guilt) and sit down to discover they are no longer a hotspot. Grrr. I ring a mate of mine who is guaranteed to be sitting at his desk. "Sorry mate I'm out of the office for the next two hours why don't you try that place near your ex' old apartment." I walk up there buy a coffee (damn this guilt) and once again NO WIFI. Fuckfuckfuck! I call another friend then another no one can help me so I call my sister who searches online for me. When she calls me back with the answer "It's called... Bip!" My phone battery dies. Ok Ok regroup how are we going to solve this? I hop in a cab to the state library (free internet) and spend the next 2 1/2 half hours fine tuning my portfolio then decided it's time to drop it off at this agency. Now this agency is THE best agency in the world they have two offices 1 in NY and one in Sydney, it was started by a famous ad dude from Australia. Their website lists two email addresses a physical address but no phone number. So I sent them an email last week twice and didn't even get a "Thanks we got it." So I needed to be BOLD. Back to today so my disc drive on my Mac Book Pro is fucked so I ran to the local music store and bought a 1GB USB drive for $10 asked the girl at the counter who I was flirting with for an envelope. As I pay I realise that I have only 10 dollars left in my wallet and $9 something in my bank account. I hop in a Cab and told the cabbie "Look can you get me to 12 Nichols St for $10 dollars because thats all I've got." He gives me a dirty look and proceeds to drive while I put my portfolio and CV on the USB drive seal the envelope with a note.
We arrive in Nichols street the cab fare is $9.80 I try to put it through on my bank card: Insufficient funds. I give him my $10 and hop out of the car. The place is impossible to find its just before the end of work and its a long weekend so its most likely that they've all taken off early already. I drop the letter in their mail box(At least I hope it was) and proceed to walk down to the train station. I reach into my back pocket to discover I only have $1.25 left + whatever's on my card. The problem is you cannot use a bank card in Sydney to pay for Rail travel and the minimum fare to the next station is $2.20. <Eric rolls his eyes> I do a circle of Central station look in my wallet to discover and old ticket dated 12 March. I walk past the woman at the gate and flash my old ticket very quickly, she isn't interested anyway I hop on a train and 30 mins later I'm home...
When I get home I plug my phone in 11 messages on my answering service.
So how was your day?
I looked fucking incredible today... Even if I do say so myself.
So I went to bed at 3 am Thursday morning with the intention of getting up 2 hours later to do some more work on my portfolio because I had an interview with a recruiter at 9am and since it is "MY DAY" numerologically (I'm an 11 so the 20th makes it my day) I've decided to do a cold call on the worlds best agency to see if I can work there. I slept in I wake up at 8:05 and panicked because my recruiter is in North Sydney which is 40 mins way by train. I have a shower and decided to dress in a pair of jeans a black t and a formal jacket a change from the fact I've been unemployed and getting around in just shorts the last few weeks. I run down to the station and hop on a train without paying for a ticket. As I step on the train and I get a phone call from the receptionist... My recruiter is running later "Yesssssss" I arrive in North Sydney. Have a awesome meeting with my recruiter who tells me she knows exactly where to put me. I walk out and run down the road to my old agency and catch up for coffee and breakfast with a friend of mine. I walk back up to the station buy a ticket and hop on the next train to Sydney Town Hall station. I hop off there and search like a motherfucker for a WiFi Hotspot and don't find one as I walk down the road to an old coffee haunt of mine to see if they still have WiFi I get distracted by the comic shop and spend 15 mins in there. I walk down to this coffee shop (Gloria Jeans on Pitt St near Central for those that know.) buy a coffee(out of guilt) and sit down to discover they are no longer a hotspot. Grrr. I ring a mate of mine who is guaranteed to be sitting at his desk. "Sorry mate I'm out of the office for the next two hours why don't you try that place near your ex' old apartment." I walk up there buy a coffee (damn this guilt) and once again NO WIFI. Fuckfuckfuck! I call another friend then another no one can help me so I call my sister who searches online for me. When she calls me back with the answer "It's called... Bip!" My phone battery dies. Ok Ok regroup how are we going to solve this? I hop in a cab to the state library (free internet) and spend the next 2 1/2 half hours fine tuning my portfolio then decided it's time to drop it off at this agency. Now this agency is THE best agency in the world they have two offices 1 in NY and one in Sydney, it was started by a famous ad dude from Australia. Their website lists two email addresses a physical address but no phone number. So I sent them an email last week twice and didn't even get a "Thanks we got it." So I needed to be BOLD. Back to today so my disc drive on my Mac Book Pro is fucked so I ran to the local music store and bought a 1GB USB drive for $10 asked the girl at the counter who I was flirting with for an envelope. As I pay I realise that I have only 10 dollars left in my wallet and $9 something in my bank account. I hop in a Cab and told the cabbie "Look can you get me to 12 Nichols St for $10 dollars because thats all I've got." He gives me a dirty look and proceeds to drive while I put my portfolio and CV on the USB drive seal the envelope with a note.
We arrive in Nichols street the cab fare is $9.80 I try to put it through on my bank card: Insufficient funds. I give him my $10 and hop out of the car. The place is impossible to find its just before the end of work and its a long weekend so its most likely that they've all taken off early already. I drop the letter in their mail box(At least I hope it was) and proceed to walk down to the train station. I reach into my back pocket to discover I only have $1.25 left + whatever's on my card. The problem is you cannot use a bank card in Sydney to pay for Rail travel and the minimum fare to the next station is $2.20. <Eric rolls his eyes> I do a circle of Central station look in my wallet to discover and old ticket dated 12 March. I walk past the woman at the gate and flash my old ticket very quickly, she isn't interested anyway I hop on a train and 30 mins later I'm home...
When I get home I plug my phone in 11 messages on my answering service.
So how was your day?
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And good luck with the agency!