Assistant Director, Not Director's Assistant

It is rare indeed when I agree with my friend Aaron on anything.
It's just always more fun to disagree with an engineer and watch them pull logarithm's out of their ass to explain the function of a dish towel.

BUT, I did have to agree with him on one of his (many) recent blog additions about loving what you do and getting paid for it. I always thought that I'd be an MD of Veterinary Medicine by now or on my way to completing my zoology degree. But alas, the rigorous family life held me from my studies....darn, shucks, no school. Not like those jobs pay well anyway, sorry Cy. It truely is a labor of love. You have the brains and the training of an MD, but you're paid like a custodial engineer. Both fancy titles - with shit for pay! : )

Speaking of fancy titles, this brings me to the point of this blog entry.
I've accepted a position at the modeling agency that I've had contracts with for almost ten years.
It's not just any position, I'm the Assistant Director of Model and Talent Management,
a branch of John Casablanca's which is owned by ELITE. Pretty impressive huh.
And Aaron's bragging about working for the water treatment plant at Jone's Island. I'm making the "loser" sign right now, hard to type.

Anyway, I was joking with my boss about my title as she was ordering business cards for me.
I commented about the wording of the title,
"There's a difference between being the Assistant Director, and being the Directors Assistant."
To me, one means dealing with clients, models and big time accounts, and the other deals with ordering Pam's coffee and walking her dog on a diamond studded leash. Luckily I'm considered as the Assistant Director.
Another job, with a fancy title, that just isn't paying what it should. At least for now. But I'm the go -to girl, if anything happens to Pam (God forbid) - I'm it!!!!

I do enjoy being back in a working environment, and Pam is very flexiable with my situation since she had 4 kids, she know s what it's like to try and balance work and family. Family is always first.
The modeling industry is a fascinating arena. I've lost touch with the pagaentry and over the top attitudes that comes with it. Even for a small area like Milwaukee, we're still so close to Chicago that people can taste New York.
Though now the tides have turned a bit.
Where I was once the shy and timid little model, okay maybe not shy and probably never little, I was intimidated by other models with the New York attitude and Milwaukee paychecks, or the big wig photographers making me feel stupid..."What do you mean you can't get your toe in your mouth? Cindy and Tyra do it all the time."
Now I'm the one they come groveling to, begging to promote deodorant at Walmart.
Not unlike the Almighty Himself, Retribution presents itself in strange and fascinating ways.

Sir Mix A lot said it best in his greatest hit, "Baby Got Back" when he spit
"To those bean pole dames in tha' magazines, you ain't it Miss Thang..."
Cause you gotta go through me now! And if the job calls for a spunky red head, mid 20's, 5'8",
12o something, with clothes to conceal the history of 2 kids, I ain't calling you.

P.S. Don't send me your pictures, I'm sure you're all hotties worthy of gracing the cover of Vogue,
but blogging is not an efficient way of recruiting models, at least not this blog.