Fitting

I had a job today. No, really. A paid job...assisting other people. Waaay back beginning of last year, I applied for a job for a production company. It was a contractual job where I get called for a specific task and just bill them for it afterwards. I wasn't able to do any work with them last year since school already started and the works were always during the day. Since I was studying 5 days a week and I wasn't the type to skip class, I just let them go always hoping to be able to work with them someday.

Well, someday arrived. I initially signed up to be a dresser for tomorrow's fashion show but when they asked for more people to help out in the fitting, I said I'd do it.

This morning, after some two hours sleep due to the fact that I couldn't sleep, was tossing and turning until 2 in the morning, and felt hungry and woke up before my alarm went off, I went to Crown Casino with what seemed like the start of a nasty headache. When I got off the tram, I started walking around outside of the complex a bit confused as to how to get to the conference centre. I went in, asked the cleaning guy where the conference centre - promenade room was. I followed his direction then checked the instruction on my mobile. Hmm...there were no walkways to the right. Saw a crown security staff who told me the promenade room was in the Crown Promenade Hotel and even walked me to the entrance of the casino. I thanked him, made my way through the gambling tables (and smiled at the woman, not without a tinge of envy, whose poker machine screamed announcing that she won. It was about 700,000K I think). I realised I was at the bottom of the escalator which led to the Palladium. I figured the promenade room might be there since the function rooms were in that area. Checked the signs, didn't find the room. Saw a couple of cleaning ladies, asked them again where the promenade room was, was told once again that it was at the promenade hotel. This time, they told me I had to go out of the complex, cross the street and I would be at the promenade hotel. By this time, I had decided to send an sms to the production person in charge. I saw another crown security who was very kind enough again to accompany me this time all the way to the hotel lobby where I remained seated waiting for C to call me.

When she did, I realised I had to go back inside the complex (those who have been inside Crown Entertainment Complex know how confusing the inside is) and go back the way I came. And then I saw again the first guy who helped me out. This time, he walked me all the way to the walkway where I saw C. Turns out the direction I received was on the assumption that I would be arriving by car and thereby entering via the car park.

Ah well. At least I found out how nice Crown people were.

The entire day went whizzing by. We arranged the clothes, waited for the models to arrive and dressed them. Shoes were matched. Outfits got changed around (either because they didn't fit or the client had other ideas on how the garments were to be worn. One jacket we all thought was for a girl turned out to be a guy's jacket. heheheheh). Models outfits were photographed. Mini rehearsals were made by the models. Then they all went "thank you, bye-bye." After they left, garments got moved around again and there will be a final fitting tomorrow just before the show. Not sure how it'll turn out but I think it'll be okay.

I would have wanted to photograph them, unfortunately photo taking wasn't allowed.