To say this year has been a complete fucking shitshow is such an understatement.
A big blow, though, was the house I had grown up in was foreclosed on. It's such a long story. Dom and I came home from Humboldt in May and I literally lived out of my car for about 3 months. After a lot of back and forth between my uncle's house (where my mom is) and Dom's dad's house, I left for Florida to see my dad. It had been almost 2 years, so spending time with him was a lot of fun. My grandma had an 80th birthday. I know this sounds selfish, but they were all very aware of everything I've talked about here, getting robbed, my grandpa dying, losing our house, and not once did anyone ask, "how are you?" Maybe because they know and don't want to get into it. Maybe they genuinely don't care, it is my dad's family and they're separated, so why bother? Everyone has their own lives though, so maybe it didn't even cross their minds. My dad almost convinced me to move there. After remembering, "oh right, I fucking hate Florida!" I came home to San Diego and pretty literally less than a day later,made the 14-hour drive to Humboldt to see Dom (who went back and is in his final semester FINALLY) and took the long way home. A glorious, weeklong, desperate need to separate from reality.
Somewhere in this mess (June, I think), I had gotten a job as a personal assistant to someone who started off as a pretty pleasant person. I think the 'personal' aspect of my job became a bit much when on my first day, she confided in me about her affair. Then had me pretend nothing was wrong in front of her husband, lie about where she was, and even asked me to make dinner reservations for her and the poor sack of potatoes she was seeing on the side. Pair that up with huge emotional baggage, materialistic as fuck, some degree of body dysmorphic disorder, "I just don't get along with girls" mentality while bashing every girl friend she's ever had, not to mention I was her fourth assistant in less than a year and I already knew I was on my way out. She fired me via email while I was in Florida on the grounds that I made "too many mistakes". And that her company is small and can't afford ANY mistakes.
I should also add that she implemented a shit ton of changes such as inventory software and an ENTIRE OPERATING SYSTEM, while having said inventory strewn all over her house, without training me on anything. And, throwing me under the bus when her husband questioned me on why I did certain things. Uh, because I've been here three weeks and this is how it was when I started?
So, I basically got fired for not knowing how to do things she didn't train me to do, leaving me to figure it out (she also admitted that she herself didn't know how to do what she tasked me with, such as commercial shipping and charge backs people filed against her company).
I was mad about it, but I'm not now. I was more angry that I could no longer afford the apartment (that she helped me find) I was just approved for. Some attorney friends suggested I sue her based on wrongful termination. Other friends suggested I blackmail her into giving me severance, but is it really worth it? I still have to go to her house and pick up my last check. I've been biding my time because I have no idea what to do or how to act or what to say. Should I be a bitch? Let her know I could destroy her marriage? What good would that do?
Anyway! I upgraded my camera to a 5D Mark III and I'm really fucking stoked on it. I grit my teeth and bought the 600-EX RT speedlight AND the ST-E3-R3. Its a mouthful, but I can wirelessly trigger that flash off camera and that's pretty cool. In all these years I've taken photos, never once have I had an interest in lighting. Gotta start somewhere. I'm learning a lot and shooting a lot, and that's all I need to be happy.
Here's two photos of Tasha and Alex. Sorry for the Instagram quality. Add me on there if you please!