Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Two Wrongs Don't Make a CopyRight

She loved photography and taking pictures.  She'd felt a deep connection to it ever since her father had introduced her to it.  He taught her how to center the main focus of the picture, composition, and tried to teach her F-stops and shutter speeds.  Sadly that education had been lost to time, but she still loved taking a good photograph.  As technology had progressed, her iphone had told her time and again her storage was full so she couldn't take more pictures.  She would frequently do a dump of photos onto her computer so she could start over.  She bought tiny little lenses for her phone so she didn't have to lug the big computer around.

She also had the Nikon her father had left her.  She became the play historian, taking photos and video.  She posted them on her Instagram and on the private Facebook page for people involved in the play.  During the last play she noticed her pictures going up on the theatre's public page with no photo credit.  She mentioned it the theatre manager (TM) who ran the page.  He laughed it off.  He laughed off a lot of things that were disrespectful and bothered her.  It was starting to become a problem.  Even more so when she realized that they had put her photos up on the official web site for the current play.  Without permission, without credit.  Didn't they teach everyone these things in Kindergarden?

She had her writing stolen several times when she was trying to do freelance.  It wasn't okay when complete strangers violated her like this, but someone that she considered a friend?  She felt betrayed, double-crossed, stabbed in the back.  It really cut her deeply, and she didn't know what to do.  A few days later the BFF convinced her to tell her the whole story, in an alley behind the theatre with PJ.  With tears it came out, along with the fact that there are certain things she just didn't feel comfortable sharing with the BFF.  BFF was upset about that for sure.

But it was her friend BW that ended up saving her.  She had gone to him to vent about the situation, and he had talked to the theatre manager, and said "Penny is one in a million and gives her all.  Don't fuck it up with her.  You need her."

TM had been kissing her ass ever since.  BW certainly had a way with people.  Out of all the people who she had told about this awful situation, he was the only one who took action to protect her.  She wouldn't soon forget that.

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