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16 January
I don't know what's going on with me. I'm on this emotional roller-coaster.
I like to be in control.
I ran into work an hour and a half late again yesterday, and about fifteen minutes later, I got a call from my boss, Indra, saying that she wouldn't be in that day. I hung up, turned to Patricia, and said: "Well, I guess I got in at 8.30, then, didn't I?"
John and I had a fight. Sort of. I think. Hard to tell. John asked me to sort of be auxiliary photographer at his wedding in September, to take the black and white candid shots (much more my style than the formal poses), and I agreed and we were all happy, and then he mentioned that he wanted the negatives. Well, my hard and fast rule is that all negs are mine forever, and I will never EVER give them up, and John felt that because it was his wedding, they would be his negatives, and I felt that because it was it is my work they are my negatives, and since it was non-negotiable on both sides, that was that. So now I'm going to go to that wedding, bring my camera, probably take exactly as many photos as I would have taken anyway, just not get paid. And I was gonna give him prints as a wedding present, but I guess I won't now...
The web seems to be entirely populated by web-page designers. How can there be anyone to design for if everyone's a designer? It's like that old story about the town full of laundresses doing each other's laundry.
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