Break-up

Well here's something I didn't think I'd be saying... It's a beautiful day in London! It's not raining, it's not windy, it's kind of sunny and it's warm enough that you don't have to wear a heavy jacket! English people are just standing outside dumbfounded, eyes cast upward. It's like they've never seen the sun before. Cute.

Despite the nice weather, I've got this feeling in the pit of my stomach. I just quit my job. Via e-mail. Now I've had enough shitty jobs that I know when they're becoming abusive. These people owe me something to the tune of £167.50 ($335) for my photos from about a month ago. They're always telling me I need to improve, but their only suggestions are "make people look more tanned".

Last night was the straw that broke the camel's back. I got to the party around 10:30 and started taking photos. A bunch of my friends were there and I basically had to ignore them so I could take photos. Around 1:30, when I'm getting ready to go home, my boss finds me and says, "Where have you BEEN? My boss is so pissed at me because he hasn't seen you take ANY photos!" Okay, so let me talk to your boss. I showed him that I had taken nearly 200 photos and given out most of my business cards. He still somehow didn't believe I was doing my job because he "didn't see enough flashes". These people really know their shit when it comes to photography, right?

After grumbling and complaining to my friends all night, I woke up this morning and sent this email:

Emily,

In light of last night, I'm beginning to see that my style doesn't really mesh with this job. I appreciate the opportunity; thanks for everything. I will send you the photos ASAP but I don't think I'll be making it out tonight.

Best,
Kristen

But what I REALLY wanted to say was:

Emily,

I think you're a bitch and you should probably get a new job. Please give me money.

Best,
Kristen


I needed this job... but there are plenty of other fish in the sea. I'll move on! I will survive!

I'll post a few pictures after I upload 'em.