Wednesday, May 11, 2011


I just came in from shooting a bar interior. It was arranged with the owner several weeks ago. But the manager was a real prick; completely disgusted I was there. I wanted him to pull 6 St Patrick's Day streamers off the shelves or let me but it seemed more satisfying for him to do it and complain, grunt, sigh in disgust, and look completely inconvenienced.

The bartender was so hung over @ 1:45 PM she couldn't slice an orange without running to the john to throw up. I couldn't get her fat head off the bar as she came close to passing out several times. I finally said give me 5 minutes and I will be finished. They both looked at me like I was carrying the plague.

It took me 3 times as long as it should have dealing with these two knuckleheads.

It took a lot of self restraint not to say "look you two morons this is for the owner, your boss, so I suggest you get your heads out of your collective ass and jump when I say jump and do what I tell you to make this look good".

Somehow in all this I did get a few good shots. They were glad when I left but not a glad as I was.