Last week I had a few prospects. I was supposed to be called back for a second interview and I was asked to “do a trial run” on a part time Admin position, five minutes from my home. For shits and giggles, I decided to apply for a part time admin position for a wedding Photograher. A Bit of background: I did go to college for Photography, but in order to feed myself and my child who was a toddler at the time, I opted for the real job–a safe, responsible road.
I started at the Part time gig on Monday–hoping that it would blossom into a real gig. It was mindless work with no internet access (GAH!). I spent a vast majority of the time stuffing invoices into envelopes and running errends for the office manager. I didn’t mind it as it was close and I could do the job without really thinking about it. A break from the internet isn’t so bad, anyway. I guess. When I left, she thanked me for my time and told me she would be having a few more people to “try out” before she made up her mind by friday. Incidently, I was sitting there while a few people came in to interview for the position. A man in his late 40’s came in to speak about the job. He had two kids in High school. No doubt he was in the same position as myself.
After that, I trudged off to meet with the Wedding Photographer. This was a two day a week job, but I thought it would be kinda of cool and a neat experience to actually do something I really enjoy for once. I was banking on it also being a shits and giggles job because–well…hey, it’s something I LIKE to do. I wasn’t expecting too much because I know the photo business is tough to break into. I took a chance.
After speaking to the guy, I walked away with a sense that the man wanted a dependable person with the drive to learn the craft. The canidate that he was speaking with prior to my scheduled time was late, showed up with a nose and lip ring, a pair of ripped jeans and walked from Mt Vernon (a neighborhood in B-more, for my out of state readers). While I’m pretty certain that he had a pretty decent portfolio, I’m sure they were looking for someone a little less likely to show up late and looking like he was about to go to a music show. They wanted a commitment. I was leery on what I could do with that. I decided to talk it over with the boy. After all, I was the one who brought home the bucks.
Since then I’ve had a few more people contact me for references, but no call backs and no second interviews. I’ve followed up and received nothing back. My fate rests on the chance that someone else might see that I have something they need. I would do anything just to have my own business.
I spoke to the boy about the Photo job. Since we’re both photographers, he liked the idea, but expected that I should be paid a little more. I agreed, but explained that it was a job starting out. Entry level–training. It’s a bit hairy taking a job like that in an economy that is tanking faster than the titanic. Most people would just take the safe road and keep looking for full time employment that is less–well..small. Mind you, No matter the state of the economy, people are always getting married. The rich are still rich. There are still people making money. Wedding photographers will be in demand—especially if they’re good at what they do.
I keep on keeping on. I sort through job sites, brush up my resume with every new ad, send out my cover letters and hope someone will need something I have.
Today–someone did.
I took the photo job.
It’s a RISK. a HUGE risk. but they are also taking a risk. Their original intentions were to hire a part time office person to help with marketing, database management and album design. They posted a separate ad for an intern–someone to learn the craft and assist on jobs with training to become second Photographer and than, first photographer.
They hired me for both.
I’m now training to become a full time professional wedding photographer.I will assist on my very first job this weekend.
Sometimes, when a door closes—somewhere a window opens. I just crawled through the window.
Risky. But hell, sometimes you just have to take the risk.