Over at San Diego Momma yesterday was PROMPTuesday #40.
This week, tell us about your first job. If you want to fictionalize it, all the better.
Over here at Blog This Mom! today is Not-So-PROMPTuesday (aka Wednesday).
My first job:
The lights in front of the camera were very hot. I had on so much hairspray, that I was certain should the temperature in the room increase by even one more degree Fahrenheit, my head would burst into flames. The makeup was heavy on my face. And the jeans were one size too small, as they were on the model for whom I was standing in during this photo shoot. This photo shoot was one from which controversy would arise.
It has been almost thirty years since I spent an entire day slightly bent over with my shirt partly open, while various assistants flitted around me. I held that pose for hours while the photographer’s lighting technicians, makeup artists, and set designers tweaked and adjusted to get it all just so. The model went under the lights and struck the required pose at the last moment, only for the actual picture taking. While I stood under the hot lights, she thumbed through magazines nearby in an air-conditioned dressing room. Her mother stood sentry as the stylist, makeup artist, and hairdresser circled.
The only reason I got the gig was because a friend of mine knew somebody who knew somebody who knew somebody who was looking for the right stand in. It was my first paying job, and the closest I’d ever get to modeling. The only reason that the friend of a friend of a friend suggested me was because back in the day
my hair, face, and body were that of a model Brooke Shields and I both had long hair and bushy eyebrows.
Am I telling a whopper? Or. Was my first job actually flippin’ Whoppers at Burger King when I was barely fifteen? And was the only reason I got that gig because I altered my birth date on the required work permit?
You wanna know what comes between me and my Whoppers? Nothing.
(The photo of Brooke Shields and the Whopper courtesy of Google Images. The photo of thirteen-year-old Blog This Mom! holding pom poms is a figment of your imagination, so please forget you ever saw it. Thank you.)
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