You don't even get a little sympathy from me on this, Tom. That is not an assistant, that is a girlfriend. The two are not interchangable. Good photographic assistants are hard to find. There is a potential grilfriend in every bar. Getting them confused is not very professional.
Ciao, Graywolf http://pages.prodigy.net/graywolfphoto ----- Original Message ----- From: "tom" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Sent: Sunday, June 29, 2003 1:42 PM Subject: RE: ouch > Jeez, what a day. > > A little background. #7 had been retired for a while. Basically, she's > not really cut out for assisting. She likes going to weddings, but > she's not particularly interested in working them. I get a lot of > this: > > http://www.bigdayphoto.com/images/ashiInChurch.jpg > > So, while I'm hobbling around trying to find the sundry crap she's > left in various pews, she's weepily enjoying the proceedings. > > Anyway, things got off to a bad start as she was running late. I get > really antsy when I'm running late. I've never actually *been* late, > because I give myself so much extra time, but I was getting jumpy. So, > we started snapping at each other. > > We get there on time, but I'm uptight, #7 is sulky. The bride has > forgotten to bring her list of family shots. There's a divorce, which > generally complicates this sort of thing. I start shooting. > > Ceremony goes off fine, the bright spot of the day was a very cool > minister. My ankle has loosened up a bit, so I'm not hobbling too > ridiculously. Family photos go twice as long as they should, but we > get them done. > > Head off to the reception. Talk to the catering lady, ask her very > nicely if she could serve us early. Generally, vendors get served > last, if at all, which is a pain as I would be getting my meal as the > bride and groom are finishing theirs. She says ok, but I'll have to > wait by the kitchen. There's nowhere to sit, so I stand. > > 40 minutes later, at 8:55, I'm still standing there on my throbbing > ankle. I haven't eaten in 5 hours, my blood sugar has dropped through > the floor, my ankle is killing me - I've now crossed a line, and am > now officially in a bad mood. First dance is at nine. The food (bad) > finally arrives. I find a place to eat, put the plate down, the DJ > announces that the first dance will start after the current song. > > This place is now on my shit list. > > The reception proceeds. About 20 minutes before the end, the bride and > groom decide it's time to leave. I'm in the middle of something > else...the card in the camera is full, so I hand it to #7, tell her to > put a new one in. I follow the couple as they're making their way to > the limo with camera #2. > > #7 walks up, says she can't get the card in. I take the card, slide it > in, and notice something feels wrong. I take a look...she's bent the > one of the pins. CF cards are designed so you can't insert them the > wrong way, but...well, there it is. > > I'm pissed, say a few obscenities under my breath. She takes it > personally - we have an quiet argument, which escalates into a louder > argument in the car, I sleep on the couch. > > Of course we're out of beer when we get home. > > *Lovely* day. > > BTW, here's what my ankle looked like when I got home: > > http://www.bigdayphoto.com/images/ankle1.jpg > http://www.bigdayphoto.com/images/ankle2.jpg > > You knew there was a foot shot in your future. > > tv > > > > > > > > > > > > >
