The Memory Factory

[dragonlady7]

Got a good name for my workplace today, which seemed hilarious at the time. So they do photo processing there, digital and film and so on. As the woman training me was working at the print-processing machine, color-adjusting and cropping and so on (you think photo processors don't look at your prints? They look at every single one, oh yes they do). It was someone's wedding photos, and as she tilted her head to look at one, she said, "We're like the memory factory. We make memories."
Which sounds cheesy, but she was being more than half sarcastic.
"The Memory Factory," I said. "Brilliant."
I decided I'm going to take one of the cameras that does video and record a documentary while I'm there. It'll be hilarious. Because once I've shot all the footage, I'm going to take it and edit it so that the whole thing becomes a dark, twisted horror movie.

It was fun. They're weird people. Kinda right up my alley. As Fi pointed out, I'll probably wind up loving it there, and then not be able to bring myself to get a higher-paying job. Whatever.
I'm already plotting all the things I'll buy with my discount. Mostly I just want a lens cap for my silly-expensive camera. But I'm also sort of fantasizing about getting myself a cheap-cheap tiny point-and-shoot digital to put in my pocket, because I never bring my camera anywhere because I don't want to bring the huge bag.
I can see this job being more expensive than I can afford, actually. :/

Anyway, it was fun.

Then I got home and discovered that my plant order from Burpee had arrived and they're freaking huge plants. I am going to have to work like a dog all day tomorrow to get them in. I sort of thought they'd be here Saturday. I guess I am not smart: Burpee's in PA, which is within UPS's 1-2 day regular delivery, which I should know from when I worked at the Bullshit Factory my last job, which did a lot of shipping by UPS...