An awesome job came up. What's even cooler is that someone who works at this company doing this job (it's photography) approached me last year to talk about cameras and suggested that I join their team. I never went any farther with it but now they're advertising for someone. The individual and I have talked many times since then and I'm hoping knowing this person will help me out in the application process. The problem was that I needed a portfolio. I lost my last website and I don't have the money to start a new one (nor would I even want to wait for a domain registration to be sorted out if money hadn't been issue), so I went to flickr.
Then I searched through all my photos for which ones would be excellent in a portfolio for this job. That took 4 hours. Then I began uploading, titling, describing, labeling, tagging, pinching, pulling and tickling every dang photo so I could build the best portfolio with what I've done. 4 hours. Then I agonized over the perfectly worded cover letter... friendly but not too friendly, casual but not too casual, serious but not too serious... until I was sure it was good enough. Then send. 2 hour.
10 hours straight, with the exception of 15 minutes to take the dog out and smoke a ciggie while the rest of the family was out eating dinner.
Even if I don't get the job, I feel like I've accomplished something. And I had to do this, anyway, because it keeps me on the radar for people wanting to purchase use of images or commission some work, which has been where I've earned the money at photography. I'm glad it's done. Now I can just continue to tweek and perfect.
And because I'm in such a happy, albeit exhausted, mood, here's my dog, Toby:
Don't fall for that sad look. It's just an act to get treats.