work, work, work

I'm in Istanbul!!!!! After 12 hours of flying, two hours of waiting for my driver and almost having a breakdown, an hour of crazy bumper to bumper to traffic, i am finally here! The flights were early and smooth. The plane food was not too shabby, especially accompanied with some wine.....I may have started the trip with wine just so I would stop crying and would be able to sleep. They gave us chicken with rice and veggies, green beans, salad, and a little desert for dinner. Then for breakfast they had eggs, some weird grilled cheese, bread, fruit cup, and veggie thing. So overall it wasn't a bad trip, until I got to the airport.
First, they forced me to get a visa even though I've never had to get one for any other country, but they are special here (I think it's because they are part Europe and part Asia so they don't count themselves as really anything other than their own, fabulous country...a little ego there). So after going through the passport line twice, I grab my bag which was surprisingly fast. Then I get to the door where there were literally 50 people lined up with pieces of paper with names on them. After walking through the line, not seeing my name, I walked through it again and knew everyone knew I was like a lost puppy. Still no name. So I thought and thought and well there were places to buy sim cards so I did that, but I couldn't activate it for two hours. Then  I tried a "pay phone" which was all in Turkish and so I just hung up because I didn't want to get charged a million dollars. So I then walked the line again like a sad dog and still nothing. Starting to freak out. I stopped and thought "no, I'm not a freakin child. My agent gave me several different phone numbers and ways to get ahold of him" so I saw a wifi spot plopped down on my computer and after 15 minutes of figuring out how to get on I messaged the hell out of him. Luckily, being so awesome, he answered within 10 minutes and 5 minutes later I found my driver. Who I think forgot because I know I didn't see him the 20 million times I looked at all the signs. But I found him and the hour of traffic felt like nothing.
So we get to the agency and they are super friendly. Trying to speak to an American with broken English is always kinda interesting to hear what they come up with. They try really hard and are so cute about it. After getting all of my numbers, they tell me I have a job in the morning. WHAT!! already! so at 8:00 pm. I learn I have a job the next morning after traveling 14 some odd hours. That is the life of a model! But now the jet lag is kicking in and I feel like I could be up for hours. The lack of sleep doesn't bother me because damn it, I'm here (Thank God to my agent) and I already have a job which is pretty kickass. Even if it's just a repetitive internet job...pose, change, pose, change...I'll take it. The better ones will come and I have to earn money somehow. After all the tears that today brought, I made it and I didn't jump off the aircraft and jump in my man's arms. I was really really tempted but I'm a big girl. YAY :)