Sometimes, like any normal human being, I really dislike my job. And this week, this seems to have been the case. A lot of it is plain old work horsesh*t that you’ll get anywhere. It’s not good to talk about stuff like that, and so I’m not going to. But there are some things I can talk about… or at least I hope I can.
It all started in Saturday’s edition, when two photos ran on the front page, both taken by me, and both photos I was actually really proud of. Both had someone else’s name in the byline. I was mortified. Could it get any worse? Oh yes, it could. In the next edition, an absolutely atrocious photo ran on the bottom of the front page with my name on it… except I didn’t take it. ASLKFHDSLGK!!! Not only was I again mortified, but this time I was completely embarrassed. It honestly makes me afraid to show my face around town with a camera. I know it was an accident, and although I was upset about the names being wrong, I was never mad at the person responsible. It’s just something that needed to be sorted out immediately, and luckily I think now it has been.
But right after I discovered my name on the bad photo, we had our weekly meeting and it really sunk in how much I feel I’m taken for granted at work. And it just got worse and worse that day. After a few more sprinkles of work drama, everything got so bad that I had to grab my keys and get the hell out for few minutes. I hopped in my car, only planning to sit in it for five minutes, away from everyone else, but I stuck the keys in the ignition and drove off. I got a couple blocks away when I came across a feature that pulled my sorry ass out of the car and cheered me up. And since then, I’ve discovered that the best thing to do when you’re sick of everything is to go out and shoot, shoot, and shoot some more. I shot nine things that day, a new record for me (my previous one-day load was seven), five yesterday, and three today (but three’s a lot for a production day). I haven’t been overloaded or rushed with any of it, they haven’t been too bad of assignments, and they haven’t exhausted me. All they’ve done is continuously remind me how much I really do love my job. And right now, I really needed that.
Here are a few of the many photos I took during this time.
hula hooping for people with disabilities
7th grade talent show: Fiendish Beandish
7th grade talent show: The Cheeto Girls
7th grade talent show: dancers
photog wins big award for awesome photo
free lemonade (though they banked $8.50 for being so cute)
this week’s profile - the unbelievably awesome Julianna
out-of-the-blue UHP commercial truck inspections
McFootball Night
new keyboards
and so on…
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All so neat. And by neat, I don’t mean a polite adjective for things that I find mediocre (sp?). I mean that I like every photo because they are good.
Comment by the.kim.peterson 05.31.07 @ 7:12 am