So last Thursday, 10/9/08 I left with 4 other photographers to Long island, NY in search of a fame... or at least some eleven year old girls soccer team pic, but that's beside the point. I will now explain the trip in immense detail. Just joking. There were two different trips planned, one to NY and one to CT. I was going on the NY trip. After we had left the warehouse where the company, Sidelinesnapshots is located we drove for about an hour, got food and went across the street to get gas. As we were pumping gas we noticed that a liquid was streaming out from under the van. Will, the manager on the trip bent down and saw that it was gas leaking from a pipe in the van. We all immediately started to run away in terror but we were not fast enough, the van blew up and we were all killed... We called up Jerry the owner after I got my pally friend to rez us and cast blessing of wisdom on us. Jerry was already distressed because the driver of the CT trip had gotten a speeding ticket already. He told us to go to the airport and rent something there. There weren't many big cars there but after about a two hours of sitting around they got something big enough for us. A ford expedition which is a pretty nice car. We ended up leaving to NY at about 3 in the afternoon and got into Maryland late that night. When I awoke the next morning I got meself some pre-shaped eggs and a bagel with some Philadelphia cream cheese, I don't know why they had Philadelphian cream cheese in Maryland but, whatever works. We all got into the car and got into NYC in a few hours. That was one of the most tempting experiences I may have ever had. I was forced to get some drive by shots because we couldn't stop and shoot at all. When we arrived in Long island I was kind of depressed to be in such a suburban area. The motel we stayed in was one of the most ghetto places I have ever stayed in. After we tested all our equipment Will informed Cacey and I about what we would be doing all tomorrow. I heard about %85 of it and retained about %40 of it which ended up being painfully clear at the end of the next day when we had to sort through all my crap that wasn't listed right. Hit alt+F4 to hear about the next day...
That wont work on macs though... damn flawless computers with your "No virus reputation". Saturday 10/11/08 We got up at 5:45 am and took off to our own individual set of fields which took about and hour in total to get everybody to their own sites. My goal was a difficult one, to be more assertive then a New yorker, not something to be taken lightly. I found out that I like New yorkers and that people around here in Asheville are on the dull side. All day I ran around and harassed coaches in the hopes that I could photograph their teams. I photographed almost everybody and then some more that weren't scheduled to be there. I messed up on the documentation part of the job and because of that everyone had to stay up way later then they should have because I had to track down all the stray information I neglected to get on site. We got about 6 hours of sleep maybe less that night. After we got to the fields the next morning we had all our sample posters, one for each team and I went around handing them out to the most leader like soccer mom of them all. Before they left they'd give them back to me and pay for their order. Will came back around after it got dark and picked everybody up as we hastily made our way to meet the site director before we left. While Will was speaking with the site director we were hurrying to repack the car in it's jumbled state. I learned that packing a car was a lot like playing tetris. Our journey was a long one going through Washington DC, Baltimore, Philadelphia and somewhere in Delaware all the way to the small town of Asheville. I have figured out that when trips are 14 hours long I would prefer their destinations to be Japan or somewhere out of the country, although I love NYC.
I'm looking forward to making some more money off this job though. It's definitely a great chance to make some good money.
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