Working Woman

Maybe blogs are kind of like a written prayer?

Because mine was answered. The past two weeks I have been working like crazy. I called up the old company I used to work for, Firestone Photography, and told them I was available if they needed anyone to fill in for dance shoots. I guess I picked a good time because a lot of the employees were getting burned out on all the dance schools Firestone does in April, May, and June. A couple summers ago, I signed up for just about every dance school to work, and I hated my life by the end of May. A typical day is: Drive to a dance school somewhere in the Bay Area, unload all the heavy equipment, set up the dance backgrounds, cameras, lights, etc., then once the dancers arrive, pose hundreds of dancers in different dancy ways. This sounds pretty easy. But it is exhausting. You see, many dancers can't really dance. They think they can, but they can't, because they could, they'd be able to do a simple pose. I have to run back and forth turning feet out, straightening arms/legs, telling them to keep their back straights, showing them how to drop their shoulders/hips, and the list goes on.

Probably the thing that annoys me most about this job is having to hear my boss say the same annoying things to the dancers over and over again. Jeff Firestone is a very nice and giving boss. He buys us all the Starbucks we want, buys every meal, pays everyone well and is very complimentary. But having to hear, "Now let me hear you call me stinky!" in order to make a kid smile or "Let's have a smile race!" just gets old after the hundredth time. My favorite was when he ran out of things to have the kids say so he said, "Say 'I have gas!'" The introverted seven year old was mortified.

All of my co-workers were really great this year, except the return of one that always gave me funny stories to bring home to Allison when she was living with my parents. This girl has to one-up you on everything. Example: I got my wisdom teeth taken out 2 years ago, and I was explaining to my co-workers about how I passed out 3 times on the way home. Stephanie replies, "Oh you think that's bad, I had 8 wisdom teeth they had to take out." Eight? Really? I'm pretty sure that's not possible. "I know its rare but I had 8." Oh whatever. I'll let it slide.

This week I am only working 3 days at Firestone Photography, and next Monday I will have everything complete for my nursing agency so perhaps, in the last month that I am here, I will work in some hospitals around here. At the very least, I would just like to see what agency nursing is like.

Okay, random side note. If you watched SYTYCD last week, did you see the commercial for "More to Love"? I know, I know, most of us have Tivo and don't watch commercials. But my fast forward came to a screaming halt when I saw a preview for something that looked similar to 'The Bachelor.' If you didn't, it is from the makers of 'The Bachelor' only it is for obese people. That's right! 25 obese women going after a hot? bachelor. I love that in the commercial it shows a skinny women walking around and says "That's not reality! This is reality!" Really? Obesity is reality? I guess. I look forward to the premiere July 28 at 9 PM.