Ugh.

I'm in a really bad mood now.

So I take these friggin 600 pictures, and devote a LOT of time to going through them.

The coach who "hired" me in the first place wanted a few samples today, so I chose five at random.

Because I have not sorted through them at ALL.


So I print them out. The printing messes them up, makes them darker ANYWAYS.

My mom looks at them, and tells me they're pretty bad.


Is it MY fault that I don't have thousands of dollars to shell out into a camera and some sports lenses?

Is it MY fault that they weren't posing, and I had the worst. angle. ever. To shoot from?

And is it MY fault that I haven't had time to find the best ones yet?



What hurt the most was that I thought I actually did a good job.

And if my MOM doesn't think they're good, he probably won't either.


And he's been emailing my mom every five seconds asking to see them.


I know what disappointment feels like. And that is on feeling that will NOT be getting me a good pay.

I wasted a Saturday, for godsakes.






Sorry for thinking I could do something right for once.


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FYI: There WAS one redeeming part of the day. We bought a treadmill, and it'll arrive next week.

We played around with it in the store, and her name is Natasha.

I'm so giving her a photoshoot. ;D