July the 20th and 21st: Well that was crazy
But crazy in the good way, the booklover's cafe had tons of people Tuesday (even got mistaken for a regular librarian employee, but considering I was wearing a polo and khakis and making off with two of the carts it wasn't too surprising) and I didn't have a lot of books to shelve (but plenty of food). Since I didn't get whacked in the head with the honeybuns* or break the coffemaker with a stool so I call it a good day. Plus I grabbed Patrica C Wrede's Snow White and Rose Red out of the back so they could hold onto it for me for a few days and they decided to just give it to me. Probably helps that the story is older than me and the book cover makes me wonder if it's a first edition**.
Get home and relax a bit and then get the nightly call from my dad (hadn't talked to him the night before since Chynna was still over) and find out that he's picking me up at 8 in the morning to help the photographer he had been talking about earlier in the week. -_- Great, dad, you remember what I said about working on your communication skills? You do? THEN EMAIL ME OR TELL ME TO CALL BACK MORE THAN A DAY IN ADVANCE! Geeze, I had been planning to get everything together Wednesday for the trip and finish up a few projects but finding out I'm going to be working 8 to 5 is really going to eat into most of my time, gah.
So I get up, cursing all those people who have tea or coffee to get them up (seriously, nothing wakes me up short of a fear induced adrenaline rush and not always that!***) and get over to the place (which is about a half mile from my dad's work and they're working on a truck from the division in the company my dad worked at until just recently). The photographer, Mr. Lee, and his two assistants were all really nice people actually, think I loosened up around when one of the pop boxes started shooting sparks/smelling like burnt firecrackers and they said "oh it could've been much worse." XD Their attitudes just struck me as similar to mine, well we'll be careful but it could've been way worse! Like this one time.... and they were all fine that I didn't know really anything about setting up lights (helped where I could all day, mostly in moving stuff) and they explained a lot of stuff when I asked (hurray for experience). Got the last three shots of the truck done before lunch, got horribly lost going to lunch (I was in the car with the two assistants and at some point we started following the wrong car and got seriously lost in the wrong shopping center looking for the Indian place we were going to), helped pack everything up, helped unpack stuff at the studio (which was a pretty cool looking studio, lots of room, lots of different rooms and just neat retro stuff and metal bonsai trees everywhere) and then watched first hand at how fast photography plans change. Mr. Lee even referred to this as "crisis management photography" and my dad completely agreed with him when he picked me up. I actually really did enjoy myself helping out/learning as much as I could and they really were nice people. Couldn't remember their faces the moment they turned away from me (and still can't, apparently after hanging out with people for nine hours straight and not being able to remember their faces is not normal, guess that establishes it then) but I certainly wouldn't mind helping out other shoots during the rest of the summer.
So, going to wrap that up, crap, didn't get to the last episode of Firefly or get to review those two other books today. Guess I'll see what I can pull off tomorrow at breakfast, I can probably pull off one fast review and maybe I can use my dad's computer over the weekend to do the rest, really don't feel like trying to type out an entry on my Touch so I don't think I'll do that...
P.S. LJ, can we have an option to do tags the old way? When you have 1000+ tags it's really easier to just start typing them than to go through a whole list, or at least have the option of doing both.
*"Where do the honeybuns go?" "Above the fridge"/"Straight to the thighs"
**Seriously, the 80s had some fugly book covers.
***Even tried cold water on my face and that did nothing and the water at my house is fairly cold.
Get home and relax a bit and then get the nightly call from my dad (hadn't talked to him the night before since Chynna was still over) and find out that he's picking me up at 8 in the morning to help the photographer he had been talking about earlier in the week. -_- Great, dad, you remember what I said about working on your communication skills? You do? THEN EMAIL ME OR TELL ME TO CALL BACK MORE THAN A DAY IN ADVANCE! Geeze, I had been planning to get everything together Wednesday for the trip and finish up a few projects but finding out I'm going to be working 8 to 5 is really going to eat into most of my time, gah.
So I get up, cursing all those people who have tea or coffee to get them up (seriously, nothing wakes me up short of a fear induced adrenaline rush and not always that!***) and get over to the place (which is about a half mile from my dad's work and they're working on a truck from the division in the company my dad worked at until just recently). The photographer, Mr. Lee, and his two assistants were all really nice people actually, think I loosened up around when one of the pop boxes started shooting sparks/smelling like burnt firecrackers and they said "oh it could've been much worse." XD Their attitudes just struck me as similar to mine, well we'll be careful but it could've been way worse! Like this one time.... and they were all fine that I didn't know really anything about setting up lights (helped where I could all day, mostly in moving stuff) and they explained a lot of stuff when I asked (hurray for experience). Got the last three shots of the truck done before lunch, got horribly lost going to lunch (I was in the car with the two assistants and at some point we started following the wrong car and got seriously lost in the wrong shopping center looking for the Indian place we were going to), helped pack everything up, helped unpack stuff at the studio (which was a pretty cool looking studio, lots of room, lots of different rooms and just neat retro stuff and metal bonsai trees everywhere) and then watched first hand at how fast photography plans change. Mr. Lee even referred to this as "crisis management photography" and my dad completely agreed with him when he picked me up. I actually really did enjoy myself helping out/learning as much as I could and they really were nice people. Couldn't remember their faces the moment they turned away from me (and still can't, apparently after hanging out with people for nine hours straight and not being able to remember their faces is not normal, guess that establishes it then) but I certainly wouldn't mind helping out other shoots during the rest of the summer.
So, going to wrap that up, crap, didn't get to the last episode of Firefly or get to review those two other books today. Guess I'll see what I can pull off tomorrow at breakfast, I can probably pull off one fast review and maybe I can use my dad's computer over the weekend to do the rest, really don't feel like trying to type out an entry on my Touch so I don't think I'll do that...
P.S. LJ, can we have an option to do tags the old way? When you have 1000+ tags it's really easier to just start typing them than to go through a whole list, or at least have the option of doing both.
*"Where do the honeybuns go?" "Above the fridge"/"Straight to the thighs"
**Seriously, the 80s had some fugly book covers.
***Even tried cold water on my face and that did nothing and the water at my house is fairly cold.