A few simple do's and don'ts...
Ok, the last few times I started to update I fell asleep at my laptop and have not got around to finishing up the entries I started. Those will eventually come later.

In light of a few ...shall I call them incidences? that have occured in the last few weeks, I just want to throw a few do's and don'ts out there.

1. DO: If, during your sales presentation, you have objections to certain products or offers we are showing you, let us know what you don't like. We have several options and will do our best to accomodate your needs and budget.

DON'T: Scoff at us and then threaten to walk out if we don't show you something you like, or give us an ultimatum that we have "one shot to show me something better or I'm outta here." Really, do you think this sort of behavior will get you anything? It won't. And don't be shocked if we end up asking you to leave.

2. DO: Assume that our products and services are competitively priced (because they are). We also have several special offers and collections in place to help save you money.

DON'T: Mouth off that you can get such and such at whatever price over at whowho's place, or that so and so lets you have whatever for some price. If you wanted someone else's price, you should have went there. And I'm not whowho. Welcome to Picture Me. Our prices are fair, our products are high quality, and you are under no obligation to make a purchase. Arguing about prices with us makes it difficult to work with you.

3. DO: Ask for us to call you later if we have called you at an inconvenient time. No problem.

DON'T: Hang up on us. Especially without saying anything. I take that as a not interested sign, and I will not call you back.

It's late, and I am tired. So, I will end this here and not use up all the do's and don'ts I can come up with at once.


Things I wish I was bad ass enough to say outloud...

Dear Valued Customer,

Your speshul snowflaik is throwing a fit. And not just any usual kiddie fit. Your child is screaming at the top of her lungs, laying on the floor flailing about right in the middle of the main pathway into the store, which incidentally leads directly to my studio front and the handicap accessible restrooms. In other words, this is a heavily trafficed area. While your screamer is attracting attention from around the store you are giving all your attention to the junior clothes on the rack in front of you, throwing the occasional glance to the melt down occuring about 25 feet behind you.

If you would be so kind to stop browsing the shelves and tend to your chilld...  BACK UP FROM THE CLOTHING RACKS AND PICK YOUR LITTLE DROPLING UP OFF THE FLOOR! That floor is filthy from the hordes of people that walk in and out of here, plus I'm sure the old man in the wheel chair would have loved the extra couple of feet between people's carts and the child on the floor to maneuver around in to get himself over to the rest room without risking damage to the screamer (er rather his wheelchair, seeing as the child doesn't seem to be all that important to you).

Seeing as I'm not an actual Wally associate what occurs outside my studio really isn't any of my business, nor in my jurisdiction to handle so to speak, but don't think I won't find somebody who wouldn't be above taking a little glee in booting you out the store.


PS, I met your elderly mother. It's a little fucked up you left that little old woman to pick up your dropling while you continued on messing around in juniors.

it's my weekend, I'll sleep in if I want to.

Hello, it's your neighborhood CPI photographer, here. It's Monday. My day off.


I love my job. A lot. While I wish I could work every day, I know I can't. And it's not just because we don't have enough labor available. It's because it is EXHAUSTING. Some days I work half a shift, other days I work open to close. The majority of the time, I and my coworkers work alone. We are alone to handle the sits, the sales, the phones, the constant cleaning, the outreaching, the paperwork, everything.

By ourselves.

It's very tiring.

All the time, I hear parents complaining how worn out they are after a 15 minute session with their child. I feel no sympathy. One, because  I am at this work out, all day.  Two, because it's their child and 15 minutes shouldn't feel like a 10k marathon after having handled their child for the duration of his or her life.  And if said parents scheduled the appointment during a meal or naptime and the child is feisty, I have nothing to say, but what the hell were they thinking? More to come on that, later. The only times I feel a smidge of emotion for a mom, is when something happens preventing getting into the camera room on time and the child wears out (we do run on baby shedule, and sometimes stuff just happens), and when mom has an extra big kid, aka Daddy, on her hands and he is no more servicable to help keep things going than an infant for a nanny. That isn't to say there aren't any fantastic dads out there, because there are! (had a dad just this week who picked out the most fabulous outfit for his baby girl's 1st birthday pictures). We just don't often see them. More to come on that, later, too.

I'm still a little tired, and I'm down to my last Reece's cup, so I'm gonna call it a night on the ejlay. Hopefully I'll be a little more entertaining for the masses later.




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