For a photog, you don't post many pics.

Well I am not an annyoing "artist" photog. I am an event photographer or journalist style photog. I wonder if the artistic photographers even like to be called "photogs"? But in the same respect I cringe when I am called an "artist". Nothing against the artists, but I take great pride in my style of documenting. On the flipside I feel that calling what i do art takes away from the actual artists. Creators of beautiful eye candy and images that create emotion. It is one thing to captiure a moving and touching moment, but another to create. Not saying either has less meaning, but let's give credit where credit is do.

I document the already created. They create and should be documented.

Hey... what a wonderful relationship to be had.

The 6th Floor

So it seems according to the guy who sits in front of me who we will call Chris, there is some form of higher power of promise land on the 6th floor. When he is on a call with the client and the client is being idiots, he looks to the floor above for salvation.

I have never been up on the 6th floor but I imagine it being a place where togas are worn and people drink wine without damaging their liver.

Maybe some day I will find my way up there.

Forced entry #1

So I have nothing to say but I am forcing myself to write. My day is dragging as I sit in by cube at work. I need a vacation and I want to go some lace warm or run away to Chicago. Which is my favorite place to go and get away.

My day is full of our spoiled rotten client thinking they can lie about everything to get their way. Who the fuck do they think they are and why the hell would you want to work in a place that lying to your customers and the people who are supposed to help you is common practice? Anyone else not love their day job?

I must say

I work with some interesting people.

The client was calling in on one of their customers as they do and talking ot the guy next to me. The guy next to me who will will call Billy stops the caller from talking and says...

"Now let me just verify that we are talking about the customer Minnie Johnson".

Even though he said it with only the slightest smirk on his face, I could not help but laugh. He said the caller did not get his attempt to bring to their attention the customer was named after a little wee penis.

I love the people I work with from time to time.

~G2

Losing Focus

So the problem with blogging for me is that I really don't see anyone giving a shit about what I have to say. This is not because I think little of myself but because everyone has their own problems and journey to work through and who gives a fuck what some stranger has to say about anything?

I know that I for the most part really could care less and find people who keep journals or blogs who have no actual social status to be full of themselves. I know this is not always true and that some people do keep these for personal reasons.

I hope I fall into this being personal as I really just want a place to let out all of the screams and giggles that I seem to hold back in my day to day life.

This is blog attempt 167. I am trying hard to convince myself there is nothing wrong with having a blog and that it does mean I have an ego. It simply means that I have something that needs to be said and am trying to get over my dislike of writing.

Who knows... In time I may find my opinions wanted.