Yuppie Hell

So today was my first day of my first job. It was short and simple, but overly annoying.

I'm working at the Buick Open, taking photos of the spectators for some
lady. It's like one of those "take picture now, order later" kind of
things. Except it's free, unless you want a good quality 5x7 photo,
then you pay.

I was supposed to start yesterday, but instead I did today. My boss (wo)man is making a living with this business and I'm somewhat surprised. Okay, I take that back. It doesn't seem like that a lot of people would buy a print when they could just print
it off themselves for free, however, little Ms. Cutthroat makes sure that a lot of photos are taken, so she can make money.

She truly is insane about getting photos of people. So there were the four of us by a main gate, Buicks lining the pathway, a trophy and girls, approachable, and friendly.Two with cameras, the other two recruiting people to come pose. Each
and everyone of us would ask people to pose for a free picture. Yes, we
received quite a few "No thank you"s and we understood. My boss
would keep badgering the refusal people to pose for pictures.

I couldn't help but pity the irritated golf fans. How would you feel if
you've been asked a question five times when the first four times you
declined four young girls and then get nagged by some older woman to strike a
pose? I really wanted to talk to my boss (who will continue to be
nameless) and tell her to chill out. If we can't convince some people
to pose for us, what makes her think that she could? People want to go
in and watch golf!

When we first started she actually told me
to back off a bit. Which I found ironic because she's the one jumping
on everybody and forcefully moving people to pose in front of the
stupid Buick Open trophy when I'm being polite!

She also wanted us to say to people "Hey, let's take a picture..." instead of "Hey, do you want to take a picture...." I felt really sleazy rakin' in the folks saying that. Now I want to be a professional photographer, but this is not how I want to work.

I also failed to mention how she was late when we were all to meet up at
the hotel she was
staying at, and she was very unorganized. Before we left she had
breakfast, and her weapon of choice was a powdered donut. Do you know
what she did? She scarfed it down and was totally oblivious to the powder all over her face. Apparently she did the same thing yesterday. We all guessed that the powder is permenantly stuck to her face, or she's snortin' crack. We don't know!

I don't know if I can hold out until Sunday (my last day). I'm pretty annoyed but I'm being paid really well and I'm working with people that have a sense of humor. But let's think about it - golf tournament in White Suburbia. Tons of stuck up people in their snooty authentic golf gear and refusing to pose for me! The nerve! Quite honestly, this could be why I hate where I live.

Damn tourists. Damn yuppies. Damn Norbit for being made and seducing my mother to rent it and make me watch it with her.