At work.

No, I'm not a mailman.

I had a group of 16 come in today. I must admit it was quite a surprise when my boss said I'd be shooting a group that big. Surprisingly, they all arrived on time, and the kids were all very well behaved, and the parents were too. It took some careful organizing, but it came out pretty decent.

Our studio is very small, so you have to understand the conditions. I've been overwhelmed before with a group of eight (and, less successful). In this case I had all day to sketch out different ideas, so that was a big help, I think.

It also helped that everyone was very nice. They kept saying thank you at the end of it, telling me I did an amzing job, etc etc.

And, most importantly, I made sure to obtain a release form at the end of it!

On an unrelated work note, I don't think customers realize how often I bend over backwards for them. I make a very modest amount of money. I deal with parents with small children. All day. Five days a week. Our store has rules to abide by. I have to abide by certain rules, mainly: the price of an item cannot be changed by myself. I cannot magically transport more coworkers to help you when I am by myself at the end of the day. When I have brought the till to the cash office, I can no longer take your money. I do not get paid for missing my breaks, so I must take my breaks because I do not work for free. If a package of nine sheets is $44.97, then do not try to get a better deal by asking for two $19.99 packages that are ten sheets total. Yelling at me like I am the person who invented the rules to specifically destroy your sanity will not help your problem go away, but I can always direct you to the store manager and make you look like a twat to everyone involved.