Jazz the Paparazzi Hunter!!!

Work, work, work….

I’ve had nothing to do but school and work the past couple of weeks.

I didn’t get a good nights sleep ‘til last night…

I wouldn’t even consider it “good”… More like, “better” than normal. Oh, well.

I wouldn’t put up with it if I didn’t really like my job.

I’ve seen Cirque du Soleil, like, more than 5 times now… It’s SO FRIGGIN’ AWESOME!!! I think it’s driving me a little crazy though…

Part of my job is making sure people don’t take pictures during the show and because a lot of the other ushers don’t pay attention, I kind of made it my personal duty to see that it doesn’t happen. I didn’t mean to… I just hate the fact that a lot of the people try to be slick about taking pictures when they’re not supposed to, but they’re SO DAMN OBVIOUS. I can see someone taking pictures from waaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy across the tent (and the tent is pretty damn huge) and for some reason, no one else seems to ever notice! Therefore, I made it my job.

Unfortunately, though, so has everyone else… I don’t think the other ushers even really pay attention because they know I’m watching out for the cameras. (Which pisses me off because they’re being LAZY BASTARDS!) I can’t help it though! It kills me to let people get away with it when they know they’re not supposed to be taking pictures!!! And then when you say, “HEY! No Photography!” they act like they had no idea and that they’re completely innocent! DOUCHE BAGS!!!

**The irony is that I usually do the same thing (at concert venues that don’t allow cameras)… It’s like I’ve turned against my own kind.**

N-E-wayz…

I think it’s driving me crazy because I keep having dreams about people in the audience taking pictures in the Cirque tent, and in my dream I always freak out.

I just had one last night, where I wrenched a camera out of some guys hand and started beating him with it because he wouldn’t stop taking pictures when I told him to.

See…

I’m going crazy.