bad words and ear pieces

As the days turn into weeks so do the days of our lives...

Random good memories of Mom: She used to make our lunches every single day from kindergarten til' Graduation day. Crazy, huh? For Dad, Todd, Blake and I. That's 4 brown paper bag PB&J's, chips, cookies and milk money specials for over 20 years. Another funny thing is that she would make us keep the brown paper sacks and re-use them for a week until we got a fresh bag.

So Panera Bread is ... well ... still Panera Bread. And humbling was definitely the right word to use. With a stinky ball-cap, green apron and stained Panera shirt I humbly serve rich folk their over-priced food with a smile. Ah...panerea. How I can't wait to leave you. Again.

And another random-random. I HATE those stupid ear-piece cell phone mechanisms. Are you SERIOUS? I usually don't swear on my blog because Blake reads it but com'n people...you look like dumbasses. I had a lady come in today and I was almost willing to get fired only to reach across the counter and slap her head so hard that the thing would fly across the restaurant and break into a million tiny pieces. And even then I don't think that would be worth firing me over because I was doing society a favor. I mean seriously, who is so important that you have to have an ear piece attatched to your freakin' head so that you can answer your phone at any second. And are you that lazy? So lazy that you can't even flip open a real cell phone and hold it up to your ear?

Next time you see one of these fools walkin' around like they're Mr. Big Bad Himself, just point and laugh at them. Maybe if enough of us do that - and enough of us make them feel like the true idiots they are, they'll stop acting like the arrogant little rich bitch you are and start paying attention to the humans right there in front you. Ya know, they probably won't but we can still point at them and laugh.

(sorry blake for the bad words) ;)

-marc

Piggly Wiggly: 2nd and Last Day

Today was my second day to work at the Pig. I showed up and a few hours later I quit. Not my type of job. Well ... a job in general is not my type of job but that's beside the point.

Now before you go off thinking Marc made another stupid decision in life I did secure my job back at P-Bread before I quit the P-stink. Here's my thinking: I would be stocking shelves and walking up and down aisle maybe 30 hours a week for 6 bucks an hour. At Panera I'll be working with people somewhat close to my age, working 40 - 60 hours a week, and for a better price. Plus I already know what I'm doing there.

Now I know what you're thinking, if there actually are people who read this that think, you quit that place to pursue photography a long time ago. What happened to that? Well the photography thing worked out. Very well actually and I enjoyed being my own boss and doing whatever I wanted whenever and only working on Saturday afternoons. But the checks just weren't coming in quite as fast as the bills and expenses were going out. So I got a job. But at the wrong place at first and now I can work with cool people at a job that wasn't half bad (i won't be washing dishes anymore, that's for damn sure) and getting back on my feet financially before I move to Cali.

So the story remains the same. I'm still back to work for "the man" and the stories will continue it's just now I'll be in a positive environment with positive people.

I don't know if dropping out of college made it harder or easier to 'live life'. But life is never meant to be easy or hard. It just happens one way or the other and that's what you have roll with.

Have a good week. =)
Peace,
-marc

Nature Section Up

The Nature Section is finally done. Go have a look. =)

Peace,
-marc

Piggly Wiggly Day: 1

I woke up today at 8:30 this morning, threw on some black slacks and a white collared shirt and headed to work for my first big day at the Pig. When I walked in I was surprised to see Gary standing by the service counter wearing the exact same thing. A few of you know this guy...he's the dude that runs a paper route, used to be a cook at Waffle House (the one that never scattered the hashbrowns and always made the sandwhiches soggy), and is married to that one very large woman. Well turns out it's G-funk's first day as well. Yay.
I knew working at the Pig would be a humbling experience but I never knew how low it would bring me down. Stacking canned beans on shelves and breaking down card board boxes all day for 6 bucks an hour could bring down anyone's ego. But if a man has to learn work ethic sometime it might as well be when he's learning to enjoy life too...right? But for 6 bucks an hour???
It should be an interesting ride. For however long I can hold on. See, I was supposed to be working with Coleman, a good buddy of mine. But due to a little mis-timing he hasn't been hired yet and I'm stuck listening to Gary tell me all about his gambling addiction and what steals he found at the thrift store.
Stay tuned for more exciting stories from the Piggly, coming soon.

Piggly Wiggly

I got a job today.

Stay tuned for adventures from the Piggly Wiggly.

Jimmy's Egg Sundays

There's a couple reasons I like being a "wedding photographer".

For one I get to go all over Oklahoma City. I've been in every corner and all over OKC's nicest facilities like the State Capitol, OU's Campus, the top of Bank One (our tallest building) and the finest country clubs around.

For Seconds; the people. I get invited to the happiest day of people's lives and am requested to take pictures of the celebration. They even pay me to do this. And it's not just the Bride and Groom - it's e v e r y b o d y. I love meeting big families, small families, little kids, hot young single bride's maids, and weird uncles. But my favorite people at weddings are probably the caterers. They're the most interesting to watch and usually the most cool to talk to.

The third is the food. I've shot Jewish weddings, Muslim weddings, a Vietnemese wedding Protestant, no-religions at all, a Dave Matthews Band themed wedding, and an African American wedding. But all these people have different delicious food and of course, I eat it.

Oh yeah...and these Weddings...they're payin' the bills too. =)

In summary, because I actually went to college for a few years and remember you have to sum up what you've written. So, even though I don't like the title "Wedding Photographer" and you'll never catch me saying that in public, I do like going to weddings and taking pictures cuz of the different locations, the people, and most definetly the food.

On another note; Jimmy's Egg on Sundays with friends is great as always. It's weird, I looked around the table today and realized I wasn't friends with these people 6 months ago. And now - I see 'em almost every day.

That's all for now. Time to go throw the frisbee.

Peace,
-marc

Black What Nots

Sometimes life just isn't that bad.

Today I woke up with a call from my ex-girlfriend telling me she'll give me $15 to watch her dog for the day. Being a.) the sucker that I am b.) still whipped) or c.) really poor I get in my car and catch the 9 at 9 on KRXO. Driving down Expressway 74 listening to nine songs back to back from 1974 just seems like a perfect ingredient to a good day. After getting the so excited she pee's on herself shit-zu from Jessica's I pass a friendly neighborhood garage sale. I stop and browse around the rather large black woman's front yard for a while listening to her mumble loudly when I find nine or so little musician figurines. My new friend tell's me they're "Black What-Nots" so I bought 'em. You'll see 'em later, don't worry. So still barefoot I get Elle and head to Barnse -n- Noble to pick up a new journal because I finally completed mine last night which is an awesome feeling. Heading back and wheaving in and out of the horrific drivers in my apartment complex I see my new neighbor / old friend getting in his car.

An hour later we're stuffing our faces talking about girls at Big Ed's Hamburger's just up the street. And now, with "Man on the Run" on the radio I'm sitting down to edit the pictures of the "Black What-Nots" from earlier today.

Seems like good days are all around - you just gotta go out and find 'em.

Peace,
-marc

I go to Blogger.com a couple times a day and sometimes I actually write something and publish it to the world. But usually I just close the browser and forget about it.

Not this time. =)

@#%&! birds

There are these birds outside my bedroom window that seem to be having a huge family dispute. They're loud as crap - so loud they woke me up this morning at 6:30. (remember, i haven't seen the hour of 6 in the morning probably since middle school) And I haven't been able to go back to sleep since. They're lucky I don't have a pellet gun, BB gun, or even a shot gun because at this rate with their incessant chirping I would go ballastic. There wouldn't be a bird left in my apartment complex who didn't know not to come by my apartment window and chirp early in the morning. There might not be any birds left in my apartment complex at all...if I had my way. Don't get me wrong - I love birds. But having a "let's see who can chirp the loudest next to this guy's window" contest before my brother is even awake just wrong.

Maybe I can't sleep cuz of the birds or maybe it's the fact that I'm beginning to realize that I've experienced a lot in the last year and I'm scared for the rest of my life.