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Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Shooting is about to begin - we've got hunky male models, a prissy make-up artiste and heavy perfume in the air. The photographer is cleaning his lenses and i'm thinking about... the pizzas that are about to come. I ordered six large ones. Boss says the people who authorize claims are going to wonder why we ordered six pizzas (three thin, three thick crust) for a four person shoot.

I'm not sure myself.

I'm the last man, following orders given by number two, in a four man hierarchy.

Evidently it's important i think for myself. Wouldn't want to put a budding career on the line just yet - i'm saving the drama for when my christian principles get in the way of an offensive article about oral sex.

But it sure makes me nervous - having to think for myself. One part of my brain went, "hello? six large pizzas? isn't that a bit much?" and the other side went, "but i'm new at the company, i dont know how these things work!"

So i decided on option two, which at least gave me a nice intro. What's really on my mind is - how much of my own judgement is reliable and how much is plain junk?

I don't know.

But for the moment i'll err on the side of the jaded cynic.

6:31 PM<3

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