I swear I would not accept another gig based on shallow reasons, like the massive chances to ogle supermodels while I'm working. Beside the fact that the job is really demanding and getting more complicated than it should have, the supermodels are not like what I have imagined. As beautiful as they may seems, they are not even a little bit friendly nor interesting enough to talk to. Well, not all of them, of course. But most of the models on this damn fashion show alright.
My job was supposedly to be over three weeks ago, leaving a plenty of time to build the designed platform and guest tribunes. But God forbid if all of those skeleton like designers and their self proclaimed divine taste of designs didn't make my job as repellent as their fake air kisses and fake terms of endearment. I am sure if I hear another love or darling or sweetheart being said with a mock sweetness, I would take one of the supporting beams from the platform and watch everything burn into flames while eating...