Wednesday, 2 June 2010
Another old photo
I had forgotten all about this one but it brought back lots of memories.
I was working as Studio Manager for an industrial photographer at the time. I absolutely loved the job and stayed there for about six or seven years. I was responsible for hiring and firing staff, wining and dining existing and prospective clients, drumming up new business, and acting as my boss's right hand.
He was a brilliant photographer (this shot wasn't taken by him though, but by one of the junior photographers who was putting a portfolio together). My boss could make a piece of machinery or a building look absolutely magical..he had an amazing talent.
He was also a complete scatterbrain and totally disorganised, which made my job all the harder. When I first joined him, he was working with just one assistant, and his filing system and books were in a mess. I'm fortunately quite the opposite and I worked excessive hours sorting everything out, until the studio ran like clockwork.
I managed to get a lot more clients for him, and as a result employed more staff. At the time I left, we had nine more employees.
I did reap benefits from all my hard work. I had an expense account, petrol allowance, a kind of clothes allowance (to replace clothing that occasionally got splashed by chemicals in the dark room!), and I was paid well over the going rate at the time.
I recall in those days that you almost never heard people say "I can't/won't do that because it's not in my job description". We just got on with it...we did anything that needed doing....even cleaning toilets and washing floors. I even looked after my boss and his wife's first child for a whole weekend so they could have a break!
The decision to leave was a difficult one. I was pregnant with my first child. I had been married for 11 years and had waited a long time for this moment. My boss was reluctant to lose me and offered to pay for a full-time nanny so that I could continue to work for him. It was tempting to accept, but in the end I decided that I really just wanted to stay at home with my baby.
And another thing about that photo...it reminded me that I love the colour red and that skirt was a real favourite of mine. I won't say I wish I'd kept it, because I'd never get into it now!