I like to take photos of things. Mostly peoples. Mostly pretty peoples, if I'm honest. But sometimes toys, or dogs, or maybe a tree. Y'know, interesting stuff.
I shoot a few burlesque shows, but that's just to kill time between photoshoots with models, where I can control the light and the pose and the magic.
My photos will have the tag "my photo". Otherwise, it's stolen from the vast wilderness that is the internet. I usually source pics from Model Mayhem, Flickr or We <3 it.
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My job….I pack things. I put things into boxes and send them all over the world.
I used to do it 5 days a week, but the boss cut me down to 3 days to save money. And then down to two days.
I’m routinely not paid when I should be, with my wages going to “more important thing” like buying more stock. Not saying stock isn’t important, but without me…it’s just gonna sit on the shelf, y’know?
Further cost-cutting has lead to us not having bubble wrap. Which you would think you would need, since we’re posting out relatively delicate items to all corners of the world.The past few weeks without bubble wrap, I’ve been routinely getting pulled up because items are arriving damaged.
I’ve been looking for other job, but there is nothing. Actually nothing. My town, Ayr, is dying. The high street is dead, the amount of closed shops is about the same as the open. Offices are closing and laying scores of people off all the time. I know it’s the same everywhere, but Ayr is so small to begin with, it’s quite noticeable. Somewhere like Glasgow, there is a higher chaff:wheat ratio.
“Why don’t you get a job in Glasgow then?" The traveling would suck away all the money I’m working to earn. I’d have to work way more hours, to break even the same as I’m getting just now, because travel isn’t a factor in Ayr. Not to mention I’d be leaving so early in the morning, I’d see Sophie and Katie for all of about 20 minutes and then get home after Sophie’s bedtime at night.
“Why don’t you move to Glasgow?" I have a mortgage on the flat I’m in just now. And no one is buying property at the minute. We’d make a serious loss on selling, and then not have enough money to buy/rent in Glasgow anyway.
Le sigh. Maybe Santa will bring me a squillion pounds for Christmas and I can afford to do the Stay-At-Home Dad thing, writing my cyber-noir Tom-Clancy-meets-William-Gibson-meets-Raymond-Chandler epic novel at night, taking photos on the side.
Santa does that sorta thing, right?
Just had some Visual Communication students in my work, wanting to take photos of some RAM chips and stuff.
They were having a bit of trouble getting their camera to take the photo and I really wanted to take it off them and have a shot, but, if some stranger asked to take a photo with my camera? Pfffft. Good luck, pal!
So, I didn’t even ask.
Stupid bird was trying to break into my work.
The boss has just hit me with
From next week, you’re only in 2 days a week.
So. That’s excellent then. Not like I needed that money for mortgage, bills and that. Not like I’ve a family to support or anything.
One of my favourite things at work is when someone orders custom cables. Like, these SATA cables started off as a boring black. Now they are some sort of sexy braided rainbow! And heat shrunk on like a motherfucker! But people don’t want premium products. They just want the cheapest. So its rare that I get to bust out my craft skillz. Sad face. #modding #pcs (at Kustom PCs)
Like, from the point of view of a small business.
*Hypothetical* situation ( wink ):
A customer in the UK can send back a computer mouse, in a completely mangled box, torn to shreds, with the underside of the mouse scratched to hell from customer grinding it on the desk for a few days, all the documents and paperwork and driver cd and lovely shiny Zowie sticker crumpled, torn or missing….
And get a full refund.
Because they “didn’t like it”.
Now, hypothetically, the small computer shop that it’s been returned is unable to re-sell the mouse at full price because it’s so worn.
And is unable to return it to the manufacturer, because it’s not faulty ( and if it was, in this condition, the manufacturer would send it back as “customer damage” ).
So, this small business is only going to lose money on it.
It’s actually ILLEGAL IN THE UK for a distance selling company to charge a RESTOCKING FEE ( provided the item is returned within 7 days of customer receiving it ).
Your big companies, your Dells and Microsofts and Scans and whoever, they get away with charging restocking fees. It’s illegal, but no one minds.
They get away with not refunding your postage costs.
They are able to refuse a return.
TL;DR = the rich get richer, the poor get poorer.
And component manufacturers REALLY NEED to start putting pronunciation guides on things.
Like, some of them, I just don’t even know where to start:
Benq, for instance. Is it Ben Queue? Is it Benk? I dunno.
Mionix… Me on icks? or My own icks?
Zowie … Zow ee or Zoe ee?
Radeon… RAY don, or Rad ee on?
Saitek = Sigh Tech? Say tech?
Gelid? I don’t even…I just don’t ever say this one out loud. ¬_¬
And then you get some mentalists who pronounce;
I’m very tired, so it’s likely that these thing are annoying me more today than they actually do.
Excuse the shitty quality photos….my phone isn’t big into the whole photography thing.
But this is what I’ve done today.
Most fancy vinyl plotters will do all the hard work for you. But not ours. Fuck, I’m just thankful I don’t have to pump a foot pedal to make it work…It’s prehistoric and shite.
So, lining up two colours is difficult fucking business.
And I think it turned out not too bad, eh?
I wish I was pretty enough to stay at home and be a cam-boy.
Someone pay me for nudes plz?
I’ve been in just under an hour and already I hate everything and want to die.
and I’m trying with all my might not to dance, because there are customers in the shop and they can see me…..
and he was all
"tsk. Typical, innit? Bloody computers…Christmas isn’t stressful enough" etc etc
And I pulls out
"Cheer up………………………..It’s not the end of the world!”
Work Christmas party tonight. Bear in mind, it’s just me and the boss at work. So, we’re also having the repair company that rents space from us join in. And the bosses dad. And a guy who comes into the shop quite often.
And by party I mean, we’re sitting at work eating a takeaway.
But then, if it was an enjoyable thing, they wouldn’t have to pay me to come here everyday, eh?