During the course of it, I "misplaced" Zosja in the old Eaton's store - 'quite bad of me considering that it was her first day in town - but someone informed me that she found a job behind the boutique make-up counter on the sixth floor, so I suppose that it all worked out. Later on, during a photo-shoot, I had to take a moment on the sidelines to assure C.R. that I didn't hate her for any mysterious or ill-defined reason. There was also some conflict with T.D. - the subject of the shoot - but that was neither here nor there, considering that I was endevouring not the injure myself while deploying the lighting stand...
And that does remind me to look into locations for A-M.B.'s portfolio-shoot.
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I'm not mad that you've misplaced me though. It's okay. really
;)
Z
Zee, I promise to buy you a silver bell to wear around your neck - that way, we'll never misplace you again! That, and we'll plant a GPS chip in your scalp. ;-)
hahaa, darling, can you dream up me finding a job a tiny bit better than "behind a make-up counter"?
I will try, but I need to warn you that the job-market in my subconcious is a little unsteady; the next open position could involve zombies, vampires, or Cthulu. You might actually be better-off on minimum wage + commissions, even if the Eaton's company went out of business over ten-years ago - there's less brain-eating involved!