So, a little bit of context here: I just turned 17, and I currently am and have been unemployed for all my life. My dad's been pushing for me to get a job since I was 15 because of my fierce spending habits(I have been incredibly spoilt by both parents for my entire life. I know, I'm a spoilt shit blah blah blah, but that's not the question at hand.) My dad runs a clothing company in where he supplies clothes to multiple different retail stores. It is not a big company, with only about 3 employee's not including himself. It makes an income that is incredibly inconsistent, yet has never gone into the red. This has caused my dad to become very conservative when it comes to money and spending in general.

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So last Thursday my dad came home and told me that I could do a quick job at his company. My job was essentially to work as a photographer for the models he had already hired because hiring actual, professional photographers was incredibly expensive ($100+/hour) The idea was that he would buy a cheap camera and I would try to become the best photographer I could in 3 days. I assumed this was going to be a one time thing and I had nothing else to do anyway since it was spring break, so I went with it.

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The next day was my 17th birthday. My dad went off to work but left me a birthday present: a car. A 2004 Grand Cherokee. This was not something I asked for, mind you. This was a complete surprise. I knew that my dad would help me fund a car to some extent (We had talked about him funding 1/2 of the car that I would buy) but the idea was that I would get the car when I could legally drive, which happens to be in about 5 months from now. I was thankful of course, but not as thankful as I probably should have been since the idea of buying a car was not even in my mind yet. This comes into play later.

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Now, fast forward to the day after the shoot: Monday. Turns out, the pictures I took were good. Good enough for both the model and the people editing the pictures not to question my skills as a photographer. My dad took this and ran with it, booking two more sessions on the spot without mentioning a word to me until Wednesday. He booked a shoot for Friday and for Sunday. Luckily, I had nothing planned for either of those days, so I have no problems with doing either of those shoots. The problem is that I know for a fact that once I do these shoots, he's going to keep booking shoots with the idea that I would be the photographer and work for free, i.e paying off the debt of the car. 

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I don't particularly enjoy photography, however. It's not something I would like to be doing on a regular basis. Add to that the 6 hour, semi randomly occurring shoots that he has made clear I don't have too much control over, and it's creating a very foreign situation and I'm not sure if I should continue with it or not.