With my lightning bolts a-glowing, I can't see where I am going.
They've started training me for One Hour Photo now, which is a bit of a misnomer, as it really only takes about 20 minutes (shh, don't let that get out, though). I'm not really all that pleased - basically, it just makes me more of a tool, and now if I fuck up (which I am prone to do), I'm going to have to deal with some very pissed off people. Understandably so - I would not like getting my pictures messed up either.
Interestingly enough, you only have to report child pornography and bestiality. Or at least that's all that I was informed to report. So I guess underage drinking and/or drug use does not matter. One of my co-workers has already informed me of some strange pictures she has seen on the job (i.e. guy smiling while strangling dog), so I guess that's a plus. It almost feels invasive, though - I mean, you're sorting through all these pieces of people's lives, and when someone takes a picture of something, usually it's for something they deem important.
Which reminds me, you kids might want to bundle up. Dr. Bard informed our class that she took St. Valentine's Day photos at a senior citizen's dance at a nursing home. That was in February. Just last week she informed us that most of the people in the pictures are dead now (I don't know how the King and Queen of the Valentine's Day dance are faring). Proof that winter weeds out the elderly.
It's official: I am now addicted to The Arcade Fire. Somebody shoot me.
Interestingly enough, you only have to report child pornography and bestiality. Or at least that's all that I was informed to report. So I guess underage drinking and/or drug use does not matter. One of my co-workers has already informed me of some strange pictures she has seen on the job (i.e. guy smiling while strangling dog), so I guess that's a plus. It almost feels invasive, though - I mean, you're sorting through all these pieces of people's lives, and when someone takes a picture of something, usually it's for something they deem important.
Which reminds me, you kids might want to bundle up. Dr. Bard informed our class that she took St. Valentine's Day photos at a senior citizen's dance at a nursing home. That was in February. Just last week she informed us that most of the people in the pictures are dead now (I don't know how the King and Queen of the Valentine's Day dance are faring). Proof that winter weeds out the elderly.
It's official: I am now addicted to The Arcade Fire. Somebody shoot me.