You can add me to your that list in your head, you know the ones you keep of “models” or perhaps the other list of “how the hell is he a model?!?” Yep I was a model. Ok it was only for a few days but that still counts 😉
My job,was to spent 3-6pm, playing with sports equipment and posing for an occasional photo. I dove under the sea with seabob (I wrote a pretty story about my love affair with Bob here http://www.yourworldyourhome.com/love-bob/) I flew into the air with a device called the “water board” (Therefor I was water-boarding? What a loaded word!) and I charged over the sands on a Segway.
It was magnificent, awesome, and a bit painful. There was the occasional screw up, like the time I managed to lacerate my leg on the harmless Segway, and the time belly-flopped from 15 feet while water-boarding, but that wasn’t all. The equipment ground my muscles to dust. For hours I choked seabob’s handles while we soared at 15 miles an hour underwater. The water pushed me, pulled me, and crushed me when I went too deep. It was great but now my muscles are crying.
Why was I a model? Well two reasons I suppose. First because I am white. There are not too many white people here, so I do stand out. Think about it, If you put a giraffe among zebra would it get noticed Next – I work cheap, really cheap. All I wanted was a place to stay, all the food I could eat and all the fun I could handle. I got them all. Don’t go thinking I was too cheap. After all I did get to play for days with their equipment If I had paid for it, my bill would have been around $1,500 USD.