Desperate times call for desperate measures, and no time is more desperate than now!
I'm a graphic designer by trade. The company I work for has other ventures besides the division I work in (government contracting). They recently opened up a large daycare, and more recently they have opened an ultrasound facility.
Odd, right? Well, yes. However, they are in the business of making money, and there are no free-standing ultrasound clinics in my area. Your only options for 3d/4d ultrasounds are at your OBGYN or the hospital, and I'm not entirely sure how many of those actually offer it. So, I'm sure the business will thrive.
They have asked a co-worker of mine to film and produce a video promoting the clinic for use on their website. The have asked him to do this after his normal work hours, and they will pay him overtime. He met with the owner of the company last night, and asked for help from myself and another co-worker.
Yay for overtime, right?! I rarely get overtime (ok, never), so I'm pretty excited!
They want me to be a model in the video. And it's for a 3d/4d ultrasound place... so, yeah. I'm going to be pretending to be the me that I wish I was. The pregnant me.
I'm stooping to a whole new level of prostitution. Whoring out my emotions for time-and-a-half.
I know it's going to be hard. Maybe it will be the hardest thing I've ever done. Keeping my shit together in front of several male coworkers, plus strangers that work at the ultrasound facility... well, that will indeed be difficult.
Perhaps I can pass those tears of self-pity off for tears of joy in the video? Nothing like putting some pressure on myself.
I should probably start practicing now. Practicing looking happy while starting at a screen that is supposedly an image of the baby in my belly. Or maybe winging it is a better idea. I might actually just try to forget about the whole thing until the day of... just to unclog my brain.
Wish me luck. I will definitely need it.