Brooklyn or bust!

As mentioned in the previous entry, the Picture People's reserve of Petco photographers is slight. So far this quarter, I have worked without my partner 3 out of 4 weekends and I was sent away to Baldwin, Long Island once. The weekend they sent me away was anything but ideal (I missed a party my family was hosting that I and many others look forward to all year and consequently, I'm holding an impenetrable grudge that will last a lifetime). This weekend I'm being sent with my supervisor to Brooklyn, New York. As Brooklyn is the only area of New York that I've ever gone out in, the thought of this borough conjures up really pleasant memories--memories that will all shortly be overshadowed by what is certain to be an unsatisfactory weekend. 

My 20-something supervisor, PPH, lives on coffee and nicotine (shout out to Sheryl Crow!). She takes a myriad of prescription drugs to stabilize her constantly-changing moods, and to fix other things I can't recall at the moment. She contracted chlamydia from her boyfriend of 8 years, but didn't break up with him until later when she snooped through his things and discovered an old college paper he wrote (for some reason) about how he didn't see himself ending up with her. She openly admits that she has no friends because she lives for her job. She's in debt because she makes major purchases when she's feeling depressed. She obviously has some vitamin deficiencies because one day, while biting into a pita chip, a big chunk of her molar cracked and fell off (hardest chip ever or softest teeth ever, you decide). She has the hots for our territory manager, PPJ. PPH is really excited to go to Brooklyn this weekend with me, and that only makes it worse.