Iâm a wedding photographer, but a friend from high school asked me to film her wedding after the videographer she booked said he couldnât make it. I donât do video much at all, but I didnât feel like I could say no. She was very sweet about it and said sheâd pay well for my trouble.
The wedding itself went fine, but the reception was less so. My friendâs dad spent nearly all his time micromanaging any step I took.
Clientâs Dad: Hey, make sure you get a good shot of Cassie and the cake, ok?
I had been standing. Next to his daughter. As she prepared to cut the cake with her husband. I guess he thought I was just enjoying the view.
Clientâs Dad: Let me see what you have so far.
Clientâs Dad: Let me check your progress.
He stood there until Iâd conceded and showed him every clip I had.
Clientâs Dad: Excuse me, but youâre too close to the dance floor.
Clientâs Dad: Youâre getting in all the pictures people are taking of the dance floor. Please move.
It was almost like I was trying to get PROFESSIONAL FOOTAGE OF THE DANCE FLOOR.
I couldnât believe this guy. Finally, the night ended, and a while after the wedding, after Iâd sent the bride a download link for the completed video:
Clientâs Dad: Hello, I canât seem to print your video. Do you have another version of it or something?
Me: Do you mean you want to print some stills from the video? I can help you with that.
Clientâs Dad: No, I want to print all of the video.
Me: âŚI donât understand what you mean.
Clientâs Dad: This is why I told Cassie not to book you. You were very unprofessional at the wedding. Iâll never recommend you to anyone after this.
I didnât hear from him again, and honestly, Iâm okay with that.
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