Grrrrr....I made reservations for this morning to use a darkroom in Jamaica Plain, nearly an hour from my house by subway. They open at nine, and I was going to print from nine to one, then take the subway back to catch a two o'clock appointment. Well, I get there at nine, and the place is locked. Figuring that they might be running late because of last night's snow, I took a walk around the neighborhood, and checked back at nine-thirty, then went home, not wanting to wait around any longer. I got home and called--turns out the woman on duty didn't make it in until ten--and by now, there's not much point in me going back, not to mention I don't want to spend another two hours on public transportation. I asked for free time to make up for my wasted trip, but she said she couldn't do that, and she'd ask the director.
There's a darkroom closer by, in a new arts building, but I can't ever seem to get ahold of any of the photographers there to get information.
All of this makes it damn frustrating when I'm trying to build a portfolio. I'm taking another class starting in January, but I can only use the darkroom there evenings and weekends, and their equipment is old and persnickity.
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