Wednesday

Alright so I’m at the airport.

Day so far has been jam packed with too much adventure. One thing I can’t stand is being late, and being rushed with things like getting ready, packing and anything dealing with the airport….

So I had to wake up at 6 am in order to be ready for a van to pick me up and take me to the job where I am supposed to get off at 2 at the latest. I have to bring my luggage with because I am supposed to go straight to the airport after the job and be off on my way to Bodrum. I’m just saying this is not a good idea. People here are an average of an hour late and when then say “2 minutes” they really mean 45.

Surprisingly the van to pick me up was not only on time in the morning but was actually early which really messed with my ‘rushing to finish packing everything at the last minute’ plan.

We take a car across the river to the Asian side of Istanbul and get to this beautiful 4 story house over looking the river. Breakfast was laid out…. Which was great but after breakfast we just sat… and sat….and sat… We sat for well over two hours. And if it seems like an exaggeration I finished a book over the course of my time there. I got there at 8 am and at around 11 I decide to go see if we are going to start working because I have to leave at 1. Well I just end up sitting inside. I’ve finished ¾ of the brand new book that I bought. Which is actually pretty good. I’ll start doing a book review section maybe except for the fact that 90% of the books that I read are romance novels.

ANYWAYS. 11 I move inside because we were eating outside on the balcony.

Around 1 I start going into makeup, which lasted 30 minutes total. Then I wait some more.

I had absolutely no clue what I what we were doing by the way. They just told me to bring mom looking clothes, which in all honesty is not exactly the type of jobs you want to work at 20. Excuse me…21.

SIDE NOTE: No one speaks English. No ONE. The little girl who was acting as my daughter knew how to say “Hi” “Thank you” and “My name is” . That’s the reason why I have no clue what seems to be going on, which is a common trend with my jobs.

So at around 2:30 a woman shows up who speaks English and I get to tell her how I was supposed to leave at 1 because I have a flight to catch. Who’s reply was, “We were told 6” Not Good.

But she tells me that we are filming a commercial for some chocolate candy. They have a chocolate filling and little bears printed on the front. Actually I don’t know if anyone will remember those little Lotte Koala Bear treats that we used to have when we were little that was this graham cookie that was square shape with chocolate or strawberry filling. I was telling someone about those like 2 months ago and how I was craving them, so this was actually excellent news that I get to film eating these delicious treats.

I’m only in the last scene where my son, daughter and I all are eating treats and laughing our heads off because it was so delicious.

I mean really, this is my dream job.

I have this problem with serving size and treats. I always end up eating about 4 packages because they are so good, like gushers. You just can’t get enough.

Turns out… you can get enough. I found this out the hard way. What seems like a delicious treat for the first 10 minutes turns into hell. I can’t even begin to describe how sickening it was getting these stupid little things shoved down your throat for an hour. And when I say sickening I mean that I actually threw up. Who knew.

I couldn’t even eat them in the end. We would cut and the kids and I would spit them out. I can’t even look at them.

So anyways all I know is it’s now 3 o’clock, we have hardly filmed anything. I think one take and 6 practices.

I have a flight that I need to catch with no working phone, no internet, no driver to get me there, no ticket, no confirmation number, I don’t know what airline I am with, LET ALONE which airport because there are two here.

After getting one of the guys to call my agency, he says that in 10 minutes we are going to leave and my driver is going to meet me at the airport with my ticket. 1 hour after the phone call I am running half dressed down 3 flights of stairs with my suitcase to jump into a car. We are 40 minutes from the airport. It’s 4:15. My flight leaves at 5. But I was told “Don’t worry, Jamahl is a really good driver… he’ll get you there in 20 minutes” I felt sick again…. But it wasn’t from the bears.

I have now driven 200 km an hour down an airport listening to techno music while the driver chain-smokes. An entire package.

He had the emergency lights flashing the whole time weaving in and out of traffic. I was actually praying to just not die at that point.

We get to the airport I am running with Mr. Ibrahim through all the people, we rush up to the desk and of course we can’t check in because even thought the flight hasn’t left and I’m sitting here watching people board my flight right now…. check in shuts off 30 minutes before boarding. I got another ticket for 7:45 and so now I’m just chillin for a couple hours. There’s a sale at swatch.