Story of my life

So a few months ago we had a company in for a show and tell, which is basically just an hour long session where we see what they can do and get to try out their product in case we want to use it for future campaigns. The company does picture marketing, which means you can hire them to take pictures for your big PR event, which can then be used to market your brand. A simple yet smart concept. But that's not what this post is about.

This post is about me getting the shaft. LIKE USUAL.

We had our pictures taken at the show and tell and were given a card so we could look at the pictures online later and play with them, putting our faces on different bodies, distorting the colors, etc...Silly, but a nice time-waster and a good way to get us to use the product.

Well, I figured we probably wouldn't hear from this company again unless we decided to use them in a campaign. Turns out, I was wrong.

A few weeks after their presentation, my coworkers and I started getting mail from them! I love mail, especially since I never get any at work.

Here's what two of my coworkers got.

One is a sexy detective and one is an astronaut fighting a marketing battle...in space! I didn't take pictures of them all, but another coworker was a cowboy with a horse. A HORSE! I was so excited to get mine in the mail. "What would these people, who only met me for one hour, choose for me?" I asked myself.

Know what I GOT?
SNOGGLES THE MARKETING DOG.

Was my picture so bad it couldn't be placed on the body of ballerina? Hell, I'd settle for a river dancer. Not only am I not the main character in my own story, I'm a dog trainer who looks like a cross between Little Orphan Annie and "It's Pat" from SNL. Am I supposed to be male or female in this picture? Who knows! Even I don't.

And just so you can see I'm not exaggerating, here's a close up.

What about you? Is your luck as bad as mine? It can't be.