streetcorner symphony
SOOO I was up until 5 in the morning for OMGFLAILREASONS I will post about later, but I FORCED myself to go to bed. I got up at 9am, hit the snooze until 10 and then went into school to hand in my last two Anthropology papers. The first was our "final", and the second was a revision of one of our previous papers. The revision was a snap, but I started out so slow on the final. LOL. I could not focus. I only buckled down once my wireless internet had DISABLED ITSELF FOR NO GOOD REASON and I couldn't get it back. Once I started though, it flowed like honey. I think it's a damn good paper too. I chose to write about the functions and purposes of negative figures/deities in religion and myth. I only HAD to hit 700 words, but I ended up with 900. YAY FOR NOT DOING THE BARE MINIMUM (which is typically my favorite).
My grandma, mom and I went out to lunch after that. My mom went back to work and my grandma came over to my house for a bit, got me on a mini-Celine Dion buzz, and then drove me to work. YOU GUYS, SHE IS SO CUTE. SHE IS CELINE'S FANGIRL. SHE FLAILED AND SQUEED AND I SAW IT ALL. And then, in the car, we were talking about her and she was like, "I want her TALENT and her LOVE and her BODY and her CAREER and just... everything. I want to BE her, I want to be WITH her." And I was like, "OMG YOU *ARE* A FANGIRL! WELCOME TO MY LIFE! Doesn't she just... make you happy?! Just looking at her makes you so so happy." And she goes, "YES!!!" It was the cutest thing ever. And it provided more evidence to support my theory that fangirlyness is based in genetics.
My fourth day there and I got bumped to an extra $1.50 an hour. Good. He also left me there alone again, which is always fun. He came back and I remember one AWESOME MOMENT OF THE DAY - we were shooting a little girl in a green dress and she was holding this goddamned stuffed bee up in her mouth and was not wanting to smile at ALL. Mandel had taken a few shots and we figured that was as good as it was gonna get with this kid. Then, I don't even know WHAT he was doing, but he was totally slacking and I looked up at the exact right moment and saw her get the TINIEST little cute grin. My hand SHOT to the camera - I didn't even THINK - and pressed quickly enough to capture it and her mother DIED and that was the one they ended up picking. So that was fucking awesome, right there. AND THEN, WHEN HE WAS GONE. The CUTEST kids we had all fucking day decided they wanted to play with the battery-operated train. It wouldn't work and I couldn't fix it, so Santa got up and got on his hands and knees and started fixing this train. The kids were just sitting on the ground, watching him and IT WAS SO CUTE and even though their mom had already bought their pictures, I unhooked the camera off the tripod and tried SO SO hard to get this shot. The placement of the train in regards all of our other fucking props and our desk didn't allow me to get it, though. I WANTED IT SO BAD :( I wish he were more creative like that. He ONLY shoots Santa in the chair. We've got Christmas trees and presents and bells everywhere and this train and IDK. I'd like a studio where parents just let their kids play or paint or something and I just go around shooting them as they please. If everyone in here had time to play with the train and look at the ornaments and presents and shit, I could get some GREAT unique shots of these kids just being NATURAL. Those are the best ones, anyway. AND GOD. MANDEL. NEVER TAKES ANY SHOTS BESIDES FULL-ON SMILES. I want his business. Now. It bugs me so bad. TAKE the pictures of the kids looking up at Santa in wonder, TAKE the pictures of babies pulling on his beard or feeling his costume, TAKE the picturs of the kids reading their lists. The few that I've taken of kids with lists ALWAYS were the ones the parents picked. And Mandel even chose one as his example shot to carry around with him for his bullshit advertising at that other mall. I know I can't say anything to him about it because I have no real credentials and know I have no right to touch how he runs his own business, but I wish I worked at a photography place where people actually thought like me and saw these things and gave a shit. OH AND AREN'T ASSHOLES, TOO. He was nice to me today though. Aside from making a jab about my perfume. He told me to move so he could adjust something and I did and he said "What are you wearing? It's like some lotion." And I was like, "OH it's probably my perfume. It's DKNY." and he goes, "You should not wear that." And since I'm so used to unintentionally fucking up his business, I figured he was convinced that perfume is bad for sales or something. I said, "Why?!" thinking I had screwed up with him YET AGAIN. And he goes, "Nah, I'm kidding, it smells good" but I was not convinced. It was weird.
OH AND HE ASKED FOR MY CELL # AND IS TOTALLY ABUSING THE PRIVILEGE. Some number called me and it was some woman asking what our hours were. YOU DO NOT GIVE OUT MY CELL TO YOUR POTENTIAL CUSTOMERS, THANKS. Asshole. I only got one call so I let it go, otherwise I would have said something. HE DIDNT EVEN ASK ME FIRST. Desperate for customers, much? It must have totally been an impulse move. He's such a shady fucker - he went over to that other mall and posed as an angry impatient parent. LAME. But lol the day was not as bad as I made it out to sound.
OH ANOTHER GREAT HIGHLIGHT WAS TALKING ABOUT PHOTOSHOP AGAIN. He was telling me about how he "quite literally works in his sleep" and I asked him to elaborate and he said that sometimes when he sleeps, he dreams that he's doing Photoshop and then he wakes up, remembers it, gets up in the middle of the night and does it, and it WORKS. And then he freaks out and gets all happy. And I was like, "KJDSHFSA! *points at him* I SO FUCKING GET YOU! I TOTALLY DO THAT!!!!" More often with vids than graphics, but it was so awesome to talk about.
My dad has a new worker, though. He works in the calendar place - my dad told me he hired him and I was like, "Is he attractive?!" and my dad was like, "I think so." LOL. So I had high hopes and then my sister saw him and told me she didn't think I'd like him. BUT TODAY I MET HIM AND DSJKFHA from MY place, he looked SO FUCKING HOT. I loved his hair, I loved his dress, I loved what I could see of his face. BUT THEN I WENT OUT THERE TO GET A CLOSER LOOK AND WAS DISAPPOINTED. MEAN. My eyes are so shot lol. I had to wear glasses today because i didnt have time to put my contacts in. ANYWAY. He ended up asking my name and was SO nice and shook my hand and it was a GOOD handshake and he was, idk. Nice. But I'm still really let down at the lack of what I was HOPING would be Greek hotness. (32)
My grandma, mom and I went out to lunch after that. My mom went back to work and my grandma came over to my house for a bit, got me on a mini-Celine Dion buzz, and then drove me to work. YOU GUYS, SHE IS SO CUTE. SHE IS CELINE'S FANGIRL. SHE FLAILED AND SQUEED AND I SAW IT ALL. And then, in the car, we were talking about her and she was like, "I want her TALENT and her LOVE and her BODY and her CAREER and just... everything. I want to BE her, I want to be WITH her." And I was like, "OMG YOU *ARE* A FANGIRL! WELCOME TO MY LIFE! Doesn't she just... make you happy?! Just looking at her makes you so so happy." And she goes, "YES!!!" It was the cutest thing ever. And it provided more evidence to support my theory that fangirlyness is based in genetics.
My fourth day there and I got bumped to an extra $1.50 an hour. Good. He also left me there alone again, which is always fun. He came back and I remember one AWESOME MOMENT OF THE DAY - we were shooting a little girl in a green dress and she was holding this goddamned stuffed bee up in her mouth and was not wanting to smile at ALL. Mandel had taken a few shots and we figured that was as good as it was gonna get with this kid. Then, I don't even know WHAT he was doing, but he was totally slacking and I looked up at the exact right moment and saw her get the TINIEST little cute grin. My hand SHOT to the camera - I didn't even THINK - and pressed quickly enough to capture it and her mother DIED and that was the one they ended up picking. So that was fucking awesome, right there. AND THEN, WHEN HE WAS GONE. The CUTEST kids we had all fucking day decided they wanted to play with the battery-operated train. It wouldn't work and I couldn't fix it, so Santa got up and got on his hands and knees and started fixing this train. The kids were just sitting on the ground, watching him and IT WAS SO CUTE and even though their mom had already bought their pictures, I unhooked the camera off the tripod and tried SO SO hard to get this shot. The placement of the train in regards all of our other fucking props and our desk didn't allow me to get it, though. I WANTED IT SO BAD :( I wish he were more creative like that. He ONLY shoots Santa in the chair. We've got Christmas trees and presents and bells everywhere and this train and IDK. I'd like a studio where parents just let their kids play or paint or something and I just go around shooting them as they please. If everyone in here had time to play with the train and look at the ornaments and presents and shit, I could get some GREAT unique shots of these kids just being NATURAL. Those are the best ones, anyway. AND GOD. MANDEL. NEVER TAKES ANY SHOTS BESIDES FULL-ON SMILES. I want his business. Now. It bugs me so bad. TAKE the pictures of the kids looking up at Santa in wonder, TAKE the pictures of babies pulling on his beard or feeling his costume, TAKE the picturs of the kids reading their lists. The few that I've taken of kids with lists ALWAYS were the ones the parents picked. And Mandel even chose one as his example shot to carry around with him for his bullshit advertising at that other mall. I know I can't say anything to him about it because I have no real credentials and know I have no right to touch how he runs his own business, but I wish I worked at a photography place where people actually thought like me and saw these things and gave a shit. OH AND AREN'T ASSHOLES, TOO. He was nice to me today though. Aside from making a jab about my perfume. He told me to move so he could adjust something and I did and he said "What are you wearing? It's like some lotion." And I was like, "OH it's probably my perfume. It's DKNY." and he goes, "You should not wear that." And since I'm so used to unintentionally fucking up his business, I figured he was convinced that perfume is bad for sales or something. I said, "Why?!" thinking I had screwed up with him YET AGAIN. And he goes, "Nah, I'm kidding, it smells good" but I was not convinced. It was weird.
OH AND HE ASKED FOR MY CELL # AND IS TOTALLY ABUSING THE PRIVILEGE. Some number called me and it was some woman asking what our hours were. YOU DO NOT GIVE OUT MY CELL TO YOUR POTENTIAL CUSTOMERS, THANKS. Asshole. I only got one call so I let it go, otherwise I would have said something. HE DIDNT EVEN ASK ME FIRST. Desperate for customers, much? It must have totally been an impulse move. He's such a shady fucker - he went over to that other mall and posed as an angry impatient parent. LAME. But lol the day was not as bad as I made it out to sound.
OH ANOTHER GREAT HIGHLIGHT WAS TALKING ABOUT PHOTOSHOP AGAIN. He was telling me about how he "quite literally works in his sleep" and I asked him to elaborate and he said that sometimes when he sleeps, he dreams that he's doing Photoshop and then he wakes up, remembers it, gets up in the middle of the night and does it, and it WORKS. And then he freaks out and gets all happy. And I was like, "KJDSHFSA! *points at him* I SO FUCKING GET YOU! I TOTALLY DO THAT!!!!" More often with vids than graphics, but it was so awesome to talk about.
My dad has a new worker, though. He works in the calendar place - my dad told me he hired him and I was like, "Is he attractive?!" and my dad was like, "I think so." LOL. So I had high hopes and then my sister saw him and told me she didn't think I'd like him. BUT TODAY I MET HIM AND DSJKFHA from MY place, he looked SO FUCKING HOT. I loved his hair, I loved his dress, I loved what I could see of his face. BUT THEN I WENT OUT THERE TO GET A CLOSER LOOK AND WAS DISAPPOINTED. MEAN. My eyes are so shot lol. I had to wear glasses today because i didnt have time to put my contacts in. ANYWAY. He ended up asking my name and was SO nice and shook my hand and it was a GOOD handshake and he was, idk. Nice. But I'm still really let down at the lack of what I was HOPING would be Greek hotness. (32)