I am a Model. Obviously.

There I was at work, minding my own business, when a guy from marketing asked me if I wanted to be a model for one of their ads. I laughed at him, because I thought he was making fun of me. He was –unfortunately- not joking, and he said I would get paid for it. I need money, so I said yes. It turns out I am the only 20 year old female in the office, which means they didn’t have many people to choose from!

So I went to the place where they were taking pictures, and the photographer gave me scrubs that were size LARGE! They sure made me look large, and the dear photographer told me so. The photographer told me to change poses every time I heard a click. Well… I ran out of poses on click #3, which irritated the man. That’s what he gets for calling me fat. So now there are these terrible, embarrassing pictures of me that will be blown up to 10 feet tall and put around on billboards and trade shows. I am not happy, friends. Not happy.

My modeling career is officially over!