Come On - Tegan and Sara
Sunday, November 15, 2009 by Genre
This weekend practically solidified the promotion I'm expecting after Christmas. I have been in the camera room all weekend, shooting back to back sessions in ten minutes each. For every single session I've gotten 10 poses. That's a pose a minute, and while that doesn't seem like a lot, it's getting mom, dad, sibling1 and sibling2 lined up, looking at the camera and smiling all at the same time. People don't understand how much effort and quick thinking goes into my job. During Christmas photographers at my studio are expected to get 6 poses in 15 minutes, take 3 minutes to edit, then take in the next session. I have my own editor (if you will), and after I'm done with one group I bring in the next. I (as an individual) shot 30 appointments out of 52 between 4 photographers.
To put that in perspective, if we divided the 52 appointments and assumed each photographer took a quarter during the day, we each would've shot 13 appointments. I shot 2.3x what I was supposed to, more than doubling my performance. Needless to say, I am completely exhausted and only survived thanks to shotgunning a Red-bull in the morning and maintaining my buzz through the back through copious amounts of coffee.
Driving my boss home, we talked about how retarded some of our temp staff is, and how the assistant probably isn't going to last long. Because of my fantastic performance, she's definitely fighting for me to get the promotions I've been asking for for months now. I'm responsible for selling approximately $2600 of the $4000 we made, which is pretty decent for a Sunday in an economic recession.
I'm in such a good mood tonight.
To put that in perspective, if we divided the 52 appointments and assumed each photographer took a quarter during the day, we each would've shot 13 appointments. I shot 2.3x what I was supposed to, more than doubling my performance. Needless to say, I am completely exhausted and only survived thanks to shotgunning a Red-bull in the morning and maintaining my buzz through the back through copious amounts of coffee.
Driving my boss home, we talked about how retarded some of our temp staff is, and how the assistant probably isn't going to last long. Because of my fantastic performance, she's definitely fighting for me to get the promotions I've been asking for for months now. I'm responsible for selling approximately $2600 of the $4000 we made, which is pretty decent for a Sunday in an economic recession.
I'm in such a good mood tonight.