WTF
So, I take D$'s agency photo shoot photos (copied from cd given to ME to a thumb drive) to Target to get printed. I'm told "they look professional" so I need a paper copyright release form in order for them to give them to me. Sure, fine, whatever. Nevermind I've had smaller copies printed before w/o question.
So, I called the Agency yesterday. I was told someone would fax that to me. Never happened. I called and left a message this morning. Never heard back. Just called back (it's 4pm) and was told the person who handles that has left for the day, but she'd be back 'in the morning.' I asked if she could contact me first thing so I can get those pictures (there is an open call this weekend and I need those pics for D$'s portfolio book). So, the receptionist says,
"Yes, she's usually in by noon."
Um, where I come from first thing in the morning is NOT noon, and we don't all leave at 4pm. Mind you, this is not across timezones, merely across town.
I'm so feckin' sick of being jerked around by these people. I am not a pushy parent, and I try to be nice yet assertive, but Victoriana is cocked and loaded and ready to unleash her wrath. If they aren't going to get off their lazy asses to do their JOBS (and get 20% commission, I might add), then I am going to do it. BUT, they are getting in the way. Maybe I'll just go and get it after my appointment tomorrow morning. That's a good idea seeing how it's unlikely they will contact me and it's harder to hide behind rail thin receptionists than voicemail boxes.
See, all this ranting and raving resulted in a solution. That is all, my loyal subjects.
Then again, last thought. Maybe Declan shouldn't be modeling. Perhaps the universe is yelling that at me and I'm ignoring it. But, any extra money for college COULD be useful. Ok, Cosmos, I'm listening....