No, that guy never responded to my message, but he DID look at my Friendster account. See, he had nothing to say to me. Or maybe he was just embarrassed since I saw on his account that he's "in a relationship." Boys...
So, in typical fashion here at the porn studio, one of the bosses just walked up to my desk and stood there until I took my headphones off. Then he goes, "Hey, so I've decided to schedule an extra scene into our shooting schedule over the next two weeks. It's this Saturday at noon and we'll need you to take pictures." Saturday at noon! What assholes. There is so much going on this weekend for us as it is. I have two friends coming from up north and another from down south to visit and take part in all the craziness. But now I have to work. I was like, "Um, I have three friends in town and you're telling me the schedule's changing NOW?" His response was, "Do you need me to change the time on it?" Like moving a noon shoot to 2pm is going to make my life so much easier. I'm so pissed.
When he left my desk, Coop looked over and said, "Why didn't you just tell him no?" Yeah, right. She has never understood my role here at the studio. It's like yesterday when they kept moving the meeting around in the afternoon. I asked them when it was going to going to take place and they asked me why. I told them I had a lunch date and the Big Boss told me to cancel. Just like that. They own me. I don't want to be owned by a fucking porn company. It's gross.
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