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Every silver lining has a cloud - More shit - HAAALP!!!!
17 years ago
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I just got a letter in the mail. It seems that last week when I went into town for this so-called [b]"awards ceremony"[b/] I got caught running a red light. One of those photo things, the best I can tell by the picture it was one of those cases where you misjudge a yellow in urban traffic. One of those missed it by inches things, along with everyone else who you're sort of obligated to go along with on these things.
Price tag? One Hundred and Seventy Dollars.
It was at 4:10 pm, after I'd been driving for three hours, totally exhausted. I'm very long-time HIV positive and I'm always exhausted. This is only one of the medical reasons I can't work. The photography is the only thing that supplements my income.
So what did this so-called 'awards ceremony' cost me? $30 in entry fees and $70 in gas to pick up a rather useless piece of paper. Yes I sold one work for $300 and that's great but that also cost $80 per picture for printing and framing. I still have the other two which may or may not sell, someday.
Two days ago I spent what I figured I could spare this month on 1x4's and 2x4's to rebuild a corner of my space, replacing the crude bench that served as combination workspace and kitchen with something that isn't made of dirty planks and scrap lumber. Sometime this summer I'd like to put a properly sealed window on the east end of the upstairs so that it doesn't have to be sealed up during the winter months. And then there's the insulation... Ever rely on wood heat in a leaky barn when it's -30 outside and the winds are high?
What bugs the piss out of me about this is the fact that all these penalties are doled out with people with far more than I do in mind. What's $170 for Joe Suburban? It's a hit but it's not life-changing, this is. This is a setback of months, seasons in length. This is not a slap on the wrist, this is a full punch in the face, to a cripple.
Prints anyone?
Price tag? One Hundred and Seventy Dollars.
It was at 4:10 pm, after I'd been driving for three hours, totally exhausted. I'm very long-time HIV positive and I'm always exhausted. This is only one of the medical reasons I can't work. The photography is the only thing that supplements my income.
So what did this so-called 'awards ceremony' cost me? $30 in entry fees and $70 in gas to pick up a rather useless piece of paper. Yes I sold one work for $300 and that's great but that also cost $80 per picture for printing and framing. I still have the other two which may or may not sell, someday.
Two days ago I spent what I figured I could spare this month on 1x4's and 2x4's to rebuild a corner of my space, replacing the crude bench that served as combination workspace and kitchen with something that isn't made of dirty planks and scrap lumber. Sometime this summer I'd like to put a properly sealed window on the east end of the upstairs so that it doesn't have to be sealed up during the winter months. And then there's the insulation... Ever rely on wood heat in a leaky barn when it's -30 outside and the winds are high?
What bugs the piss out of me about this is the fact that all these penalties are doled out with people with far more than I do in mind. What's $170 for Joe Suburban? It's a hit but it's not life-changing, this is. This is a setback of months, seasons in length. This is not a slap on the wrist, this is a full punch in the face, to a cripple.
Prints anyone?
