Arriving at my destination for retrieving my uniform and other interesting things that the organising team thought would be useful, like a volunteers hand book completely in French and a bus pass – soon to become my best friend; I was directed to the table labelled ‘accreditations’… it was time to smile big and get the photo that everyone for the rest of my life will judge me on…
Smiling at the lady, who seemed even more confused than me on the whole subject, she said ‘photo’ and shoved a webcam in my face… after what I thought was quite a nice smile, she made a grimace at the computer screen and said, ‘let’s try again’ in her best english. Is there a worse insult? a) she replies to my french with english and then proceeds to basically indicate that I can’t smile… I tried again.. this time it resulted in a rather weirder looking face I’m sure… like one they use for the ‘before’ rather than the ‘after’ of a face product; but the lady thought this was better… and it was printed out and was labelled as my ID.
Next task was the uniform, a super super sexy neon green colour – literally my best colour. The positive side being that everyone was in it, even those who were normally goddesses or models all looked rank in this colour so I guess it was manageable. I got a cap, a jacket, two polo shirts and a bag, it was compulsory to wear all of these (managed to not have to wear the cap though… and obvs only 1 polo shirt for those pedantic ones..) when ‘on duty’.
After being rather negatively effected by the colour of uniform and the webcam photo – I decided that retail therapy was the only way to get over it… so went to buy myself something yummy…
As usual, didn’t buy any clothes… but I did buy a delicious cake.
Yours ‘sponge’ly… X