Very soon my working day/year will be over!! Although I’m trying not to think about all the work I had hoped to have accomplished in 2005… That now means 2006 is going to be even busier… Shite, I’m thinking about it again! hehe

Heres wishing you all the best over the Holiday period…

I hope you receive all the gifts you were hoping for!

I hope your Family Xmas gatherings are short.. or at least that that strange old uncle that every family has doesn’t drink as much this year and start some another family feud, or worse bring up some of you most embarrassing moments from your childhood. Or better yet lets hope he’s developed a taste chartreuse shots, gets blind drunk, makes a complete arse of himself, and remains passed out for the remained of the day… or something equally as favorable. Next year you could keep bringing it up as well… Benefits all round.

I hope you finish your Christmas shopping without much hassle! Or better yet that you’ve made a pact this year with others to spend that money on yourself instead. I personally haven’t started my Xmas shopping but am going to try put in as much thought and consideration as other did for me last Xmas… So basically I’m going to go to a department store on the 24th and buying a series of gift voucher… That’ll teach em for buying me a jar or toffee’s when I don’t eat sweets! Well won’t really teach them I guess… How about I do varying dollar amounts for each family member! Mwhaha! “Xmas 2005 Blood Bath”..

Ohh and if you run in to any ignorant parents dragging their kids, pushing and shoving their way through shopping centres in these final hours… Just politely turn to them and say “There’s no need to rush”.. And when you get that filthy look from them in return, just lean over to their children and say “Santa isn’t real mummy hides the presents in the cupboard…”

Be safe! Drink lots! And pretend you like your presents!

So anyways about the adult shop modeling job I turned down. I spoke to the girl organising the job later that night… You’d never guess who she found to do it…  My younger brother!! Haha..

Ohh boy, the shit I could have dished out to him for doing that!! Spoke to him just now, and unfortunately he didn’t follow through with it though, someone told him he’d have to wear a thong. I personally would have thought this pretty obviously, and probably the least of his worries!… Hehe

Mum, if you’re reading this: Don’t worry, neither of us have been an embarrassment, yet… Give us time (and perhaps some suggestions?) ;) Hehe…

I’m pretty easy going with the type of promotional work I’ll do. Come to think of it I’ve never turned down a job when I’ve been available, taking in to account I need to get some sleep between jobs!

I’m the type of person that could easily have a ball doing some of the most ridiculous tasks (and wearing the most ridiculous head pieces as shown in my last post).

Alcohol promotions are generally considered the least desirable within the industry.  Lets face it walking around a club promoting a particular drink and giving away free stuff isn’t necessarily hard work. However dealing drunk socioeconomical challenged people and their hilarious comments (sarcasm) isn’t really as fun as say, jelly wrestling with Miss Universe and the 50 runners up, or so I’ve heard…

But anyway, here is the sms I received about a job I did turn down…

u free to do a promo fri
nite 7.3 to 9.3? modellin
outfits for an adult store in
the city area. 75 for the 2
hours. need to know asap.

Now I’ve been in to an adult shop, actually adult shops (hrmm.. I’ve lost my irreproachable edge now..), majority of the male clothing available is far from what I would have thought the opposite sex would find sexy. Majority is just plain laughable! One item in particular i’ve seen that comes to mind is underpants in the design of an elephants head where is trunk is designed to house… Oh sorry gotta run, I’ll tell you later!

Since getting back from Thailand (Yes I know.. I still have more stories and photos to share!) I’ve been doing a lot more promotional work (AKA Promotional Modelling, but that’s probably talking up the role). This past weekend alone I worked 20 hours, this is in addition to the 40 hours I’d already worked in the office.

Before you thinking I’m complaining about the extra work though let me just tell you about a couple stories about recent ‘jobs’.

Saturday night I was hired to work for a Diva Christmas party. Diva is girls fashion accessories chain located throughout Australia and NZ. They have some 28 stores in this state alone, whose staff this particular party was for. I arrived not knowing what to expect nor what I was likely to be doing… Generally speaking promotional work for an event like this I thought could range from helping sign guests in, to assisting with food and drinks. I was wrong…

I was pointed in the direction of one of the organisers who was going to brief me on what was required. This was what she had to say…”We wanted to hire some out going guys to just mingle with the girls tonight. Make sure they’re having fun, take them up for a dance if they want. Help yourself to the food and drink, the bar tab will start later. Find yourself a girl friend if you want.”… With an attempt to hold back some kind of cheeky/over excited grin I believe I responded with “I can manage that.”…

So there we were the only 4 guys in a hall with over a hundred girls dressed in cocktail dresses. I swear each of us spent the first hour in disbelief!!

Life couldn’t get any better until I realised I had also be asked to work a SportsGirl Christmas party (girls clothing store chain) on Tuesday night. This function was even better a slightly smaller group but a great bunch of girls who were a lot of fun! I was also working with guys I’d work with before.. Ohh and it was at Jade Buddha, noice venue.

The night started out with each of us given a task to assist with welcoming all of the girls, while wearing an extravagant feather head piece. Mike an I opted for handing out the Hawaiian leis… Needless to say given my usual demeanor I spent majority of this using a variety of puns with the word “lei” (or lay..)..

“Would you like a lei?” or when one didn’t go on properly “Sorry I’m a bad lei.”, this went on for an hour until we’d lei’d about 50 girls each.