Wastelands

Looking out each morning over the barren wasteland of paid photographic work in front of me, i'd been re-evaluating that short term IT contract in the middle east. On Friday I spent the best part of a 90 minute skype conversation being dragged over the coals by a ridiculously pedantic tech head who had the most confrontational interview technique i'd ever witnessed. Personally, i wouldn't have hired me following that "interview", but the Director (who was also on the call) left me an apologetic voicemail with the promise of a more civil "cultural fit" interview this week. The current thinking would be to take a short term gig to help boost the coffers for a more prolonged run at the photography dream. Pizzas and finals football helped calm the nerves.

Saturday was mainly spent hangin with Bodhi and The Lovely Samantha before heading over to the neighbours for an early evening BBQ. Finals footy again, this time at the pub, although, i must say my sleep avoidance stamina is no better at the pub than it is on the couch. My companion caught me several times doing the sleepy eye'd head nod before the final whistle.

Sunday was our second last photojournalism class. My photo essay and topical news shots have been getting rave reviews and I'm happy with the progress that's been made. It'll be kinda sad to finish next week but at least i'll get my Sunday mornings back. A short trip down to Bondi beach to take shots of the Festival of the the Winds (Kite's) before cycling home for BBQ dinner with friends.

see ya,
Minas.