Photographic memory?

 


I’m still confused about the whole photoshoot thing.

I had mistakenly believed he may have gone to the site for the photoshoot with her, when it turns out, she arranged the whole thing herself – apparently through one of the union guys working there.

Why she decided to come so far out of her normal warpath remains a mystery – maybe as a dig at me to show the owner she could do something I could not, something he desperately wanted done.

She apparently talked her way onto the site avoiding the ordinary channels – since the company made it clear to me when I contacted them, they did not want anyone from outside on site while they worked.

“It helps that she’s pretty,” one of our sales people told me, after I tried to use him as a conduit to reach her in order to get permission to use her photos to fulfill the owner’s desire to have a photo shoot of the gas line installation for our website.

Even our boss found the whole thing “a bit odd,” when I informed her of what the owner wanted and why I couldn’t comply, and how she might reach out and get permission to use the photos.

When I emailed the owner about the situation, telling him what the contractor told me, and suggested he reach out to her to get to use her photos, he never responded.

This whole thing may not be about getting a job back with us an official photographer, but merely a dig at me, telling me in no uncertain terms she can do something I can’t even in my own little enclave down south.

Her silence when it comes to these requests says something, even if I don’t know what.

The owner’s silence is suspicious since the more I pursue this idea of using her photos, the more obvious it becomes that he got the idea from her in the first place.

He lied about the whole thing from the start, when he said he saw the work from the street, when it was not possible. He either had to have been on site, which it turns out he was not, or he had been looking at her photos before she posted them to her website.

His lack of response to me is more suspicious since he called the auxiliary office this morning while I was there but didn’t ask to speak with me.

 

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