I meant well. I really did.
My intent was to follow the photography studio manager’s instruction to just call before I came to show my photos, and be interviewed for any potential openings.
I complied but in a semi-weird way. Well, I probably should’ve waited till Monday – even though the manager said she wouldn’t be there next week.
I weighed my dwindling options: show up in front of the photography studio ten minutes before closing on a Friday just to align with what I was requested to do, or wait till next week and maybe have the manager think I was avoiding her to meet with the studio owner instead.
As usual, I went into “overthink” mode which started its sucking sound of time and my brain as I grabbed my pile of photo samples, employment application, and keys then headed to my car in the driveway.
It could’ve worked out deftly. I’d pulled off such last minute coups before. But instead of arriving prior to the manager’s exit, I arrive AS she’s exiting. Mind you, this is as I’m calling the receptionist inside who has just seen me pull up into their parking lot by the studio’s front window.
Bonus: the studio’s OWNER was also getting into HIS car and it appeared he was now being summoned back inside by the receptionist so the manager could “safely” drive away.
Eye contact between me and a confused but wary-looking owner occurred. He went inside. I let the receptionist know I’d just call them next week (insert slight “cricket” pause here), then drove to the convenience store at the next corner.
Lo and behold! A guy looking very much like the owner in a very similar car also pulled into the convenience store lot. Not trusting my visual acuity or potential to stay calm under social suspicion (which HE seemed to exhibit), I ignored the possibility of salvaging the impression I’d potentially already made.
As I stood behind the owner while he bought his beer, I decided to write this piece to at least make clear for him, his staff and anyone else on medium to high alert that seemingly stalkish moments can and do happen with little to no intent on my part.
It’s just what sometimes happens when someone who can sometimes be socially impaired fumbles her own momentum.
It happens, ya know?
I had my meeting the following week. It’s all good. They’ll talk to me again a little closer to the start of school when they send out teams to do student portraits. Maybe we can explore introducing a pet portraits option too! I’m good at those!