FLAT FILES
This story takes place at roughly 10am.
It's the morning of my inerview at Barb Levant Photography, a local kids portrait studio where I'm hoping to get a job printing. Now, even though I don't really care for kids portraits, I really want this job as I love to print black & white in the darkroom. And I am also hoping to use it to get those last few credits I need to graduate. My interview is at 11:30am. I have already decided what I'm going to wear, but am yet to dress and have done the usual preparations: Checked out her website, put work together to show, decided what I need out of the position and key things to say/ask to impress. It is around 10ish that I decide that I want to add to the work I am already taking in a 8x10 portfolio, with a few larger prints. Now, for the last few months I have kept a number of prints (20x24) and beautiful museum matts under my bed in the matts original box from The Art Store. The matts alone cost a small fortune, never mind the time and energy put into making the prints. I drag the box out from under my bed and notice what can only be described as cardboard crumbs. I was most confussed. My gut told me to move slow and take care whilst opening the box. As I did, my eyes expanded and I called "Kendra! Come here." My flat mate came running in and we both stood there in amazement at the sight that lay before us. A small circus of may be a couple of hundred termites were practicing their act upon my matts! I guess they must of been in the box and with the summer heat and darkness of the under side of my bed, had been able to have a good time. Kendra jumped into action, while I stood counting how much money I had lost in my head. We put on marigolds, grabbed plastic bin bags and doused everything in sight with eco friendly cleaner. As we carried the bags down to the rubbish bins in the back alley Kendra starts, "I think we're going to have to get some REAL bleach Claire." Kendra continues her case and I keep quite, with the knowledge that she is right. By the time we have everything wrapped up, I should have already left for my interview 10 minutes prior. I was my hands vigorously, change and run out the door with the original smaller portfolio. The only thought running through my head now is "I really can't afford for my bed to be eaten." I make it in time for the interview and start work on Monday.
It's the morning of my inerview at Barb Levant Photography, a local kids portrait studio where I'm hoping to get a job printing. Now, even though I don't really care for kids portraits, I really want this job as I love to print black & white in the darkroom. And I am also hoping to use it to get those last few credits I need to graduate. My interview is at 11:30am. I have already decided what I'm going to wear, but am yet to dress and have done the usual preparations: Checked out her website, put work together to show, decided what I need out of the position and key things to say/ask to impress. It is around 10ish that I decide that I want to add to the work I am already taking in a 8x10 portfolio, with a few larger prints. Now, for the last few months I have kept a number of prints (20x24) and beautiful museum matts under my bed in the matts original box from The Art Store. The matts alone cost a small fortune, never mind the time and energy put into making the prints. I drag the box out from under my bed and notice what can only be described as cardboard crumbs. I was most confussed. My gut told me to move slow and take care whilst opening the box. As I did, my eyes expanded and I called "Kendra! Come here." My flat mate came running in and we both stood there in amazement at the sight that lay before us. A small circus of may be a couple of hundred termites were practicing their act upon my matts! I guess they must of been in the box and with the summer heat and darkness of the under side of my bed, had been able to have a good time. Kendra jumped into action, while I stood counting how much money I had lost in my head. We put on marigolds, grabbed plastic bin bags and doused everything in sight with eco friendly cleaner. As we carried the bags down to the rubbish bins in the back alley Kendra starts, "I think we're going to have to get some REAL bleach Claire." Kendra continues her case and I keep quite, with the knowledge that she is right. By the time we have everything wrapped up, I should have already left for my interview 10 minutes prior. I was my hands vigorously, change and run out the door with the original smaller portfolio. The only thought running through my head now is "I really can't afford for my bed to be eaten." I make it in time for the interview and start work on Monday.
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