Yeah, motherfuckers!

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My friends, today is a time for celebration. Today is a time for joy. Today is a time for kittens.

At roughly 3 o'clock this afternoon, while I sat in a small cubicle doing some research, my phone rang, making that weird boop-booping it does when there is no caller ID.

Why, who could this Unknown Caller be?

"Hello."

"Hello? Is this Matt Wright?" A female voice. Not young. Unfamiliar.

"Yeah, this is Matt."

"Hi, Matt, this is T— B— from the Boston Globe. (The Boston Globe? What the fuck?) I'm calling to ask if we can use one of your photos that I'm looking at online for a story we're doing on Wal-Mart distribution centers. Pays about 150 bucks, will run in the business section."

"Uh, sure." (Arrangements are made.) "So... did you find that on..."

"On Flickr?"

"Yes, on Flickr." (Hell fucking yes.)

"Yeah, I was looking around online for something for this story and found my way over here. Then I found your photo. I like it."

"Thanks."

Details are sorted out, and then she asks me if I shoot for the paper as well as write.

Not normally, I explain. Only when the other photographers are booked solid. I can hear her clicking around on my Flickr stuff.

"Were you ever interested in working in photography?"

"Uh, yeah, I've thought about it, but I got to the paper at UT kind of late. I didn't have time to do a stint there as a photographer, so I concentrated on my writing, since I was an English major."

(To herself almost:)"Hmm, let's look at portraits. (To me:)You've got some talent here. If you're interested I'd be happy to talk to you about it sometime after the holidays."

(Feeling like this:)"Wow, that'd be great."

Hallelujah!

When it runs, I'll let y'all know. I have no idea what she's going to tell me or help me with as far as getting a job. Who cares! As Eazy-E said, Merry fucking Christmas, motherfuckers!