A month ago I gathered up all, ALL, of my negatives from my wedding and honeymoon and took them to Inkley's to have them scanned onto high res CDs. I got a call this morning that they were done, so I went to pick them up and I received a CD with 12 wedding pictures on it. TWELVE! Not the several hundred that I was expecting. I got twelve very lovely wedding photos on a single CD. Not a single honeymoon picture in the bunch.
It seems they'd lost or misplaced all of the 35mm negatives taken by me, John and the two rolls of 35mm from the professional photographer and only had the 12-120 negatives (big square negatives) from the professional.
I think I handled the situation pretty well. I didn't take the kid behind the counter by his collar and shake him until he had brain damage. I didn't break a single frame nor did I utter a single profanity. I told them to keep looking and I would call back every single day until my negatives were found. Then I got into the car and cried.
By the time I got home, I was reasonably calmed down. After all, I had all of those pictures already printed and in photo albums, and on my high res CD I had this picture (my favorite, and likely the only one I'd ever reprint anyway):
I'm still mad, but it's not the end of the world. Even so, I'm going to go eat a cookie. Or two.
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