Wow. Today. Crazy. Here’s what happened:
knew i had 9 hours of breaks to record. Was told i could come into the station wicked early to get a jumpstart on it, since i had to leave the station at 11:30 to go to the new job (and an 8 hour store meeting). So i woke up at 6, get there early and find out that they won’t be done with the logs (scripts) till 10.
effing fucking effing 10 fucking hell.
so this woman, Tina, is on our show. she’s a well-respected journalist for the courant. the last time she was here, i got this GREAT shot of her smiling and she mentioned to me that she should call me when she needs a portrait for her book! I am thrilled at the huge compliment, and hope she does call me. i see her at this other event, and again, she says how she’ll want me to take her photo.
she’s on the show this morning, i go to take her picture (as i do for every guest on the show when i’m there), and she sees me – gets SUPER nervous and says, “i used your photo for my book”.
i am exactly half thrilled and half pissed fucking off.
when was she going to tell me this? Was she hoping i wouldn’t notice? The book wasn’t there, but a handout/advertisement was, with the picture, and NO CREDIT. no credit, no check, no nothing. if i wasn’t there this morning, would i ever have known?? I couldn’t believe it. Honored, yes. Pissed, yes.
i told the guys in the news room, and once she left, John and i had a LONG, good talk about it – i decided to ask Ross what to do (after he gets back from atlanta), and John suggested i write Tina a nice letter thanking her for choosing my photo, and attach an invoice for however much i should be paid. She’s self-publishing it, so she’s the go-to woman.
it just pisses me off, man. i can’t babysit my photographs. and i wonder, like every photographer, what other shit of mine has been used? And what’s the alternative, watermark every photo i take? No way. not living like that. Catch 22. Oof. Pissed.
so i don’t get any breaks recorded because of this. BUT. i DID get to talking to John about paying me for my work there, and he’s gonna see about getting that done. which would be a dream come true.
i ZOOMED to work, met my new t-mo family and store (huuuuuge windows! and near a chuck-e-cheeze! YAY!!), and sat in a day-long meeting. but it was good. i feel so good about this choice, and i’m really excited. the store opens on wednesday.
after the meeting, i went back to my OLD store to pick up a few things, and then went BACK to the station to do my breaks. it is now 11:55pm and i am effing DONE. cooked. baked. fried.
tomorrow, i work from 10-5, and then my cousin kelly is coming from NY to get away from whatever it is she wants to get away from. and she wants to get drunk – she’s in the secret service, and every time she gets drunk, i try to get information out of her. she’s too well-trained though, and no shot of jameson is strong enough. looks like we’ll be walking home from the bar and sleeping in the next day. it’ll be good for both of us.
night.