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Two-thirds of the way through the first weekend, the flea market experiment is not even coming close to justifying its expense. I'm selling less than half what I need to.
I sat down yesterday, did some math, and figured out that I'm still, despite everything, going to be badly short on Bootleg #14 EVEN if I get every penny I put into the flea market thing out. Reason: didn't budget enough for gas, plus there's the sales tax audit payments to be made.
"Rear Antilock" light has come on on the car; I have no rear brakes, currently running (slowly) on front brakes alone.
Worry, frustration, and above all else a growing sensation of failure currently surround me like a cloud. If it gets worse I'll start writing crappy Goth poetry.
I know a couple of orders came in yesterday, I know I need to give the flea market the full month for a proper test, I know enough money will be found to get Bootleg #14 through (don't know where or how, though- I've already had two huge favors done on this).
But just now I feel crappy. Not good for a future state representative.
Memo to self: tonight, start scanning in dojin like have been meaning to for ages. Tomorrow, pick out the cleanest books in the flea market stock and set up shop on Amazon.com . Projects for coming week: (1) edit scripts for Chocolate Milkmaid, (2) prep Bootleg #14 for printer, (3) get auction on WLP website going, (4) clean off and pack new stock for flea market booth, (5) resist temptation to butt out early from flea market and liquidate.
But just now I don't feel like doing Jack shit.
I sat down yesterday, did some math, and figured out that I'm still, despite everything, going to be badly short on Bootleg #14 EVEN if I get every penny I put into the flea market thing out. Reason: didn't budget enough for gas, plus there's the sales tax audit payments to be made.
"Rear Antilock" light has come on on the car; I have no rear brakes, currently running (slowly) on front brakes alone.
Worry, frustration, and above all else a growing sensation of failure currently surround me like a cloud. If it gets worse I'll start writing crappy Goth poetry.
I know a couple of orders came in yesterday, I know I need to give the flea market the full month for a proper test, I know enough money will be found to get Bootleg #14 through (don't know where or how, though- I've already had two huge favors done on this).
But just now I feel crappy. Not good for a future state representative.
Memo to self: tonight, start scanning in dojin like have been meaning to for ages. Tomorrow, pick out the cleanest books in the flea market stock and set up shop on Amazon.com . Projects for coming week: (1) edit scripts for Chocolate Milkmaid, (2) prep Bootleg #14 for printer, (3) get auction on WLP website going, (4) clean off and pack new stock for flea market booth, (5) resist temptation to butt out early from flea market and liquidate.
But just now I don't feel like doing Jack shit.
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Date: 2006-01-08 04:57 am (UTC)