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It's wednesday. Not alot is different from yesterday.

My photos came from snapfish yesterday, some of the more conservative shots I've taken of buildings and flowers and stuff so we can put pictures up in the office. They're paying for all the printing and framing, and I deliver 20 shots for $500.00. Not the greatest deal, but not so bad either. Especially since I've got a lot of these done already, and once you factor in the framing and printing, I'm getting paid about $75 a print. Really not so bad.

So I'm looking at them today and I'm all, um, I'm a photographer. Really. I need business cards.

I have an interview on Friday at 4 to pick up 10 or 15 hours a week at koffee? on Audobon Street in New Haven. Good experience, good "in" to get some photos out into the world, and it's nice to have ties to my town. Really. I never thought something like that would be important to me, but it is. Even 10 hours a week, three four hour shifts so, 12, at $7.50 an hour is... $90.00, plus about $15.00 in tips each shift - that nets me about $100 a week after taxes. So $400.00 a month - there's my car and insurance. Or the damn timeshare. Or gas and some of the groceries. You get the drift. It helps, and I'll never be there long enough to want to blow my head off. Plus for summer they wrap shifts up at 7, so it doesn't impede on any of my evening obligations. Of course, this is all assuming they actually want me to work there. We'll see.

What else... I should go finish up my work. I'm perpetually doing that, having to remind myself to work at work. Oy.

More to follow.

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