October 2006

Went to the renaissance festival on the last day. It was so packed we had to park about a mile away near the highway. I was exhausted by the time I got to the entrance. I brought some friends cuz I had free tickets, but they were not too impressed.

But since it was my second time, I knew what jewelry I wanted to buy, and blew about 70 bucks.

We were so exhausted we went out for dinner. It was okay, not the best. As we are finishing up, J points to a man throwing up on his plate. Then he heaves a second time on the floor. It was NOT what I wanted to see after stuffing my stomach with food, water and soda. Yet the guy eating with him kept eating his steak. The sick man stumbled up and went for the bathroom… It was disgusting, yet the whole time his dinner guest kept eating…

I was so exhausted from work last that I passed out early on the couch. And since I didt have to work until 1 today I was planned so much shit for this morning. I finally got up at 7am and put on howard stern, but as soon as I do so I hear a big KABOOM Outside. The cat flew off me and scratched me, and I instantly woke me up, realizing the power is off. A power transformer must have blown.

I planned on doing my online bills, doing my laundry for work, working on a wedding slideshow on my computer, and making some calls. Its amazing how much I rely on electricity.

THEN some dink at work was going around with his media pass taking photos near where I work. Then he came over being pompous demanding to go into my work. I kinda blew him off.

Later I see him standing near me with his starbucks coffee. He came up to me and saw my name tag and says ‘So….. are you a Real photographer, or did they just teach you all you need to know?”

That was INSTANT insult!!! I said “No I have a few degrees, and I am a wedding photographer by weekend, and fine art photographer by night and this is my day job.” He realized instantly it came out wrong and tried to talk photog shit with me, but I was snide after that. Kinda like an annoyed snake. I continued on with comments like “Oh youre a writer? Yeh the digital age sucks, any joe schmoe can pick up a camera and do what they think is art”. Heh heh. He showed me his pics on his little digital camera LCD screen, but I know that’s no indicator of how they will really look.

I’ve been in this business too long, and I feel old, but I guess I look young. Photography and magazine is a man’s business. And a smart young woman is not appetizing. I’ve done processing labs, big production photo labs, printshops, some studio work…. I know my shit, but am not always taken seriously. Especially since MY art is not audience friendly.

Ugh.

10/06/06 Friday

What a crazy fucking work day. The worst part was one of the guys in another department came upstairs and put down a box. I was joking around about what he had in the box and he said “Yeh I got fired and cleaned out my desk.”. I just kinda blew it off as a joke at first. But then I realized he wasn’t joking when he got on his cell phone and said “Honey, Yeh, Good news, I don’t have to decide which job I want’. I was just like DAMMMMn…

The man went out to a hockey game and I have a Friday night alone. What do I so first? I’d go out for real but I have a wedding tomorrow. Then a girl beer and zombie party. Im kinda psyched.