Irked

I am annoyed, irked, more than mildly pissed off in fact.
I know you're all agog to know what could be causing me such irritation - what with me being so placid usually.
Well, in this case it's Phil Linden.
Specifically Phils make over "contest".
As a personal shopper/stylist, for years it's been my ambition to drag Phil around the shops and make him look ..well like a real resident. I've spotted Japanese hair which would look knock out on him (and be spiky enough to satisfy him), I've found American jeans which would satisfy the rebel in his soul, I have found tshirts which would let his inner geek shine, and skins which keep his facial hair but give him a palour which would mean he no longer would look like he'd been coloured in with a wax crayon.
Now Phil is back and eager (or as eager as any man ever is) for an image upgrade this should be my chance to shine - only the way this has been arranged - I would have to spend - by my estimation at least L$5000, photograph the upgraded Phil clone I'd made and post the photo (with style card) up for Phils perusal. My reward for this work and expense? Nothing - zilch - not even if I were chosen as the lucky stylist that Phil chose to accept advice from.
So the only people who will benefit from this exercise are the designers who do it all (and, generally, don't do all of it to a massively high standard - being fair it's hard to be a knock out hair maker, a stunning skin designer and knock together killer threads in your spare time).
So Phil is likely to continue to look second rate.
Such a pity - I could have made him into a Leading Man - and one of the best looking ones on the grid because, damn it, I am good at what I do.