Just Dreaming

For all of you that run your own photography business, y'all all know how complicated it is. You spend very little time photographing and tons of time on production, advertising, getting this piece of equipment and that piece of equipment etc. Those of us who run our photography business according to the "Rules" also have to deal with INSURANCE, CITY CODES, LOCAL ORDINANCES, SIGN PERMITS, SALES TAX, CITY TAX, INVENTORY TAX, OCCUPANCY TAX, THE OLD LADIES AT THE HISTORICAL SOCIETY, THE MAIN STREET COMMITTEE, and the DUDE THAT CHECKS THE PARKING METERS AND WRITES OUR CUSTOMERS TICKETS. AND last but not least, some of you (Not Me) have some terrible employees. Some EMPLOYEES are a bigger pain in the ass than the CUSTOMERS.

Now if you have ever met me, and we talked for more than 10 minuets, you know that my DREAM JOB is not what I do right now. Although I LOVE LOVE LOVE being a photographer, sometimes it just gets to be to much. Believe it or not, up until last week, my dream job was to be the guy that picks up the trash at a state park. You get to be outside. Nobody bothers you and you get to carry a sharp stick. If I had found a park that paid 300K yearly for picking up trash I would have been there. But that is now the #2 job on my list.
I found my calling last weekend. All I have to do is loose 150 pounds.
I want to be a Barny Fife Impersonator.

This guy was great! He even had a Mayberry patrol car.