
So my dad and step mum went overseas for 5 weeks. My dad kinda laid down the law a little and inferred that by the time he came home, I would have a job. That was his fatherly way of letting me know that I was being lazy and maybe should stop being what Rudd termed a 'job snob'. And when dad lays down the law, he really lays down the law.
Ok. So I had 5 weeks to get the ultimate photography job which was enough to please daddy dearest as well as fulfilling me both artistically and financially.
My dad returned late last week. In that time do you know how many jobs I applied for? About 50. Now I'll tell you how many calls/emails/interview offers I had.
One.
That's right.
So Dad's back and I'm still technically unemployed but if anyone ever asks or I'm at a bar and some guy asks me what I do, I just say "freelance photographer". It's so much sexier than the actual truth.
We are sitting in his kitchen and after the epic slide show they had prepared of their trip (which included shots of each restaurant they ate at), Dad slips in "so what have you been up to?" (code for - have you got a job yet?)
So I tell him what I have done in the past 5 weeks.
This is what I did.....

So I spent a few weeks shooting for the Melbourne Fringe Festival. I was originally supposed to shoot just one dance piece in Bendigo and then my phone number got passed around the Fringe office quicker than Chuck Norris on crack when they found out I used the word 'volunteer' in one of my emails. I really should be more careful in future. So I was out an about shooting all types of shows. The one above and below were from Take Off Your Skin (TOYS) which saw the city overrun with Japanese Kuronoz clones for an afternoon. It was whack and the people reacted in one of two ways. Either they freaked out and were really vocal ("what the fuck is going on?!") or they simple whipped out their iPhones, snapped a few shots and went on their way without cracking a single expression.

After that it was my friend
Sarah's Fringe show,
Donna and Damo An Asexual Love Story, that I shot for next. (P.S 4 stars in the Herald Sun people!)


Then another phone call, so off to the Last Tuesday Society..


And one interesting trip to Bendigo for dance piece,
Reverb.....


And still the bank balance remained unchanged. But hey, that old folio is getting a little fatter.
So in between these shoots I do believe I spent the remaining of those 5 weeks in front of my computer, trawling through job site after job site, praying that the word photographer/photographer's assistant would pop up. And they did. And I applied. And not a raspberry.
Bless this recession.
The good thing is that after showing my dad some of my folio, he did not bust my metaphorical balls. I'm hoping that he thinks I have enough talent to make up for the fact that I'm still unemployed.
Or maybe he was still jet lagged....
Katieo is still alive and well. And yet to be paid. Until next time......