Yesterday I was suppose to do an other pr stunt. But when I came there (3 bags and 1 red carpet) I couldnt find my contact person. I fixed three dresses of malaria nets and then I really had to find her - cuz we had 30 minuts to the stunt. I finally found her number, called her (my telephone died two days ago) and she said she was ill. TOTALLY FORGOT about me, and ofcourse TOTALLY forgot to tell her second replace guy. So I could go home. I started to cry. I was so tired, it was so hard to get myself out of bed, go to The Hague (1,5 houre travelling by metro, train, train, tram, walking) and work my ass of for her with 3 bags and 1 red carpet. I called Roderick - a friend who picked me up by car.
I cried, started to cry harder and harder - I was so disappointed. Someone helped me with the carpet and he said things like - you should smile. I said - im going to cry. He said - didnt saw me crying I think - just smile. I said - im so dis snifsnif ap snifsnif oint snifsnif ed snifsnif. Youre really upset! - He hugged me. that was pretty nice. In the end - I was sitting on the ground on my red carpet role outside and crying. After 30 minutes I felt better and saw Roderick. He picked up my stuff- after hugging me and telling me they will regret it all when Im really famous - the organisation girl came out to give me a goodybag. That bag was good by the way.
There is one funny thing about this- I took 3 nets - to make those dresses. I thought she putted them there for me. But she wasnt there. I checked out the bag they were in (an open bag) and found out that they were from (I cant imagine the coincidence) my exboyfriend from two years ago where I broke up with in a bad bad way. Hahahahahaha - got him (after all) Im just trying to imagine his face when he founds out.hahaha
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