I'd be raging somewhere against the (fellow foreigner) photographer we had a photo session with two weekend ago.
- Actually telling me that I am a "lady of leisure" without actually inquiring into how I spend my time here in Saigon. There is nothing that I despise more than being stereotyped as a typical ex-pat wife, because I'm really not.
- Frequent high-pressure emails, like he's trying to sell us a brand-new Prius to make an end-of-the-month sales quota. We don't want to upgrade the trim line!
- Sending us proofs that look lower-resolution than the images on my child's Fisher Price digicam. Seriously, I can't see my childrens' faces in the proofs well enough to see if their eyes are open or if they're smiling.
- Quoting me a price for an 5x7-ish print that is equal to what he'd sell an 11x14-ish for.
Well, I feel better by typing out my itemized list of complaints, really I do. Now, onto bigger (actual) problems.