The following comes from my journal on 3 October 1987:
“Jan and I were waiting around the apartment to call into the agency at 1p. The phone rang about 12:15. It was the agency. Doris said, “you are going to Munich tomorrow until Wednesday afternoon.” She said I had to come to the agency to pick up my ticket and that I had an appointment to get my hair cut t 4p. Needless to say, I was astonished.
Anyway, we went to the agency and my book was back but Jan’s wasn’t. I got all the info for my trip. We wet to the travel agent to pick up the ticket. (I’m flying first class there and business class back.) We then went to get our bus passes for the next week and to do other errands. I got my hair cut and we decided to go back to the apartment and decide what to do about dinner. Jan thought she should call the agency in case her book was back and we could stop on our way home. The book wasn’t back but she has the booking for the topless ad on Sunday. That cheered her up considerably. After she hung up with the agency, we were walking through the terminal when all of a sudden I said, “My book!” I had left it in the phone booth. We ran all the way back (we hadn’t been gone even 5 minutes) to the phone and it was gone. We looked and looked. We went to the police and everywhere else we were told to go. No one had turned it in and I doubt they will. I left it where I shouldn’t have but someone stole it. The thing that pisses me off so much is it’s no good to anyone but me. And every last picture, slide and transparency I had was in it. There were also 2 new prints of Jan’s that we had picked up earlier. The slides of those pictures were also in there. I’m royally screwed. All I can hope is that someone turns it in. I’m not holding my breath, though. We finally gave up looking and went home. I tried calling D but he was at lunch. Jan and I had pizza for dinner, then I called agin. He was there and I briefly told him what had happened and to call me back. He did, and I gave the names of the photographers and exactly which prints I need replaced. I told him to call Mary and have her get a hold of them ASAP> I sure hope Mary comes through. She is so cheap, though. She told D to have me call her in 45 minutes or call her at home after 9p Chicago time. No way was I calling her, Anyway, if everyone (photographers) gets their butts in gear and does whatever it takes to replace my lost shots, then Jan thinks I’ll only lose a week or so. At least I’ll be out-of-town working for most of next week. When all the stuff is collected, it’s going to have to be Federal Expressed or whatever to get it here pronto. I am so mad that it happened. That dumb book was always connected to my arm and I can’t believe I didn’t realize I did not have it immediately. Oh well, as Lance would say, I was being a fucking blonde. I tried calling him to tell him about my good news (Munich) and ask advice for my bad, but his phone is messed up. I also figured he’d laugh, though it’s not funny at all.
I am sitting in the Frankfort airport right now, waiting to board for Munich. First Class is all right! We were served breakfast on actual dishes. It was even good. I could learn to like this.
I’m a little nervous about this booking. I guess I’ll know in a little while what to expect. I sure hope I do well. I know I will.
9:15p I should be going to sleep now instead of writing, but I don’t want to get behind. I got into Munich about 11:45a. I got my luggage and found a taxi. He took me to the Hilton. I went to room 702 and they had never heard of Frau Hagen. I had to lug everything back down to the lobby. Doris made a mistake. It was room 709, not 702. I finally got there and was put immediately to work. I’m not doing runway at all. I’m basically doing showroom modeling. When I first saw the line, I though — oh no, how ugly. But the more I see of it, the more I like it. In fact, there are several pieces I’m dying to have. It’s too expensive though. It’s all couture, so even at cost, I can’t afford it.It gives me ideas though. I sure wish Jan were here. I’m sure she would really like the line. I found out the only reason I am here is the regular girl is sick and in the hospital. Another job by default. Who cares as long as they keep coming? Anyway there were no clients to show anything to today. Tomorrow should be a different story. The designer’s name is Inke Von Hagen. It should be kind of fun, but I know that by the time Wednesday afternoon comes around I’m going to be exhausted. I’ll be working from 9-6 or sometimes later. I sure hope they plan on feeding me. I also hope I get to pick what I want to eat, not just nibble on what they get.
I’m staying at a friend of Katharina’s. She has a little dog just like Charlotte except she is light brown. Her name is Chipsey. She’s so cute. There is also a big boy dog whose name I forget. And she has a baby boy named Adrian. He’s 12 weeks old. Tomorrow Katharina’s picking me up at 8:30a. I guess I’ll take a cab each night back to the house.
I need to sleep, so I’ll stop here. I’m afraid I’m getting sick and I sure don’t need that. Staying up practically all night on Thursday was not so smart. I’m paying for it now. Oh well. It was fun!”
Okay, clearly I used to write tons and even though this saga is not complete, I am choosing to save it for next week.