All in a days work

The company I work for is about to embark upon its fiftieth year. So there are some things going on around here. A new website is in the works, some rebranding and stuff like that. So everyone on staff had to have a new photo taken. And luckily, we were in charge of picking out our favorite. (Score!)
Drew, our staff photographer took me outside last Friday and shoved a camera in my face for about 15 to 20 minutes. Which in the grand scheme of things isn't that long. But I don't feel comfortable in front of a camera. Mostly because I don't have a single photogenic gene in my body.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to say I think I'm ugly. I'm just realistic. My features do not easily transfer to film.

Case in point:

I think he asked me how my workload was right now. We can call that expression a cringe. Or at least cringeworthy. Either way, not a good look. And, when I showed it to Brad he totally pointed out my fat arm. Thanks hubs!

And then there's laughing. When I laugh, my eye squinch up like an individual of Asian descent. (Did I just say that? Whoops.) 

Again, I think we can all agree that Kelli laughing does not make for a great photo. (OK, fine, it's not wretched.)

OK, now I'm not looking at the camera. [Obviously on purpose.] I kind of dig this one. But doesn't really say 'Copywriter that will totally write some kick-ass words about your product.'

 Oh look, more laughing. Squinty eyes and the most giant mouth ever. Ever. I'm not lying. And my hair is doing a 'woo-hoo' thing.

Moving on. OK. This one's not bad. Very traditional 'looking straight ahead professional photo.'

Except, if you look closely to the right side of my mouth you can see that my smile is lopsided. (I know, it's barely even visible here. But I know it's there. And, it's all my fault. Around age 7 I had a battle with a 70s style light fixture and lost. I have small scars on my lip, nose, forehead and arm.)

 And now, I make another face. To be honest, I really don't know what I was doing here.

OK, that's better.

And finally, the photo that I love. It's a fun angle. Even though I'm totally cheesing a big smile, you can't tell.

 So, I've plastered it everywhere. Here, twitter, my facebook page. Everywhere. And I will probably leave it there until I get another good photo taken (which, by my record will be about every five years.)
Thanks to Drew, for about 15 minutes I had some fun and remembered why it is that I will never want to be a model.