Ross Chambers
Member
Why did it become necessary to remind me of minilabs? AAARgh!
I didn't even own a camera, came from motion picture editing, fell on hard times and ended up as a casual in a minilab, part of a chain, which was a preview of hell, ruled by a fool of a manager who established discounts for all the local suppliers who fed him, drycleaned his clothes, extracted his teeth etc. (we had to remember all these unofficial contras when charging out).
He also had an eye for women--apart from those who worked for him--and sat one object of his lust at the printer for one day, disregarding her absolute lack of knowledge of what she was doing (it took 2 days to reprint every roll, after she left).
He spent another whole day attempting to print B/W from a roll of colour neg., once more for a woman he fancied, of course no other work was done that day and the customers were livid.
The shop was at the top of a staircase leading to a commuter railway station, and the layout of the 2 doors was a perfect shortcut for the endless stream of dusty, gritty feet of non-customers every peak hour.
I'm afraid that this stressful situation did lead me to 1) tell some poor soul to "Fxxk off to the Kodak minilab" and 2) to walk out on him at a busy time of day.
The chain management finally sacked everyone at the branch (not exactly fairly, some were quite competent) but not me, because I wasn't there at the time (see previous paragraph).
I'm not sure whether Kodak appreciated my endorsement; I imagine that the sacked women employees appreciated not having to follow company policy of wearing high heels on tile floors 8 hours a day.
It's not just the clients!
Regards - Ross
I didn't even own a camera, came from motion picture editing, fell on hard times and ended up as a casual in a minilab, part of a chain, which was a preview of hell, ruled by a fool of a manager who established discounts for all the local suppliers who fed him, drycleaned his clothes, extracted his teeth etc. (we had to remember all these unofficial contras when charging out).
He also had an eye for women--apart from those who worked for him--and sat one object of his lust at the printer for one day, disregarding her absolute lack of knowledge of what she was doing (it took 2 days to reprint every roll, after she left).
He spent another whole day attempting to print B/W from a roll of colour neg., once more for a woman he fancied, of course no other work was done that day and the customers were livid.
The shop was at the top of a staircase leading to a commuter railway station, and the layout of the 2 doors was a perfect shortcut for the endless stream of dusty, gritty feet of non-customers every peak hour.
I'm afraid that this stressful situation did lead me to 1) tell some poor soul to "Fxxk off to the Kodak minilab" and 2) to walk out on him at a busy time of day.
The chain management finally sacked everyone at the branch (not exactly fairly, some were quite competent) but not me, because I wasn't there at the time (see previous paragraph).
I'm not sure whether Kodak appreciated my endorsement; I imagine that the sacked women employees appreciated not having to follow company policy of wearing high heels on tile floors 8 hours a day.
It's not just the clients!
Regards - Ross