Well.. I don't really feel like typing, but I guess the more I do this, the more I'll remember to do it, and supposedly stuff like this is theraputic.. or.. i dunno. something.
So I had a bad weekend. Made worse by the past two weekends sucking too. My weekends in the summer are all about money. I hate to say it, but that's what I do. All weekend. Nothing else happens. Because I give myself over to Gloworks all weekend long, I dont have to work during the week and I make more money than I would working all week at a part-time retail thing. It gets me to burningman and a little more, so I like it.
But here's the catch. There are good weekends where I'll make $400, and bad weekends where I'll make $50. It all evens out to still pretty nice though. But I hit a slump three weeks ago. Started out great, I did $180 in Taylor. In one night.. not the 4th weekend, thats a damn good night. Only outsold by the owner of the company, and he was at the show selling for a few hours longer than I was. But then New Haven happened.
I'm feeling more like typing now, so I'll give you the long story. And no one's reading this to complain about it being too long. So there you go again.
Usually a small town fireworks show will look like its going to suck and you're going to make no money when you first show up, but when it gets darker, people come out of the woodwork. And it might not be a barnburner, but It'll get you at least a little money.
So we show up in New Haven, and the place is about a third the size of the smallest show I've ever been to. And there are thirty people there. For four of us. On top of that, theres another person there who's selling blinky magnets, and he has a permit. We dont. I'm 99% positive his permit was to cover his caricature booth, and had nothing to do with the lights, but the police there didnt care. We could've covered an area away from him, but that would've cut the area (already too small) in half... twice. We had an area that would be seriously seriously cramped for one person.. and we had four people.
And to top that off, about the time people would start showing up, there were less people when we got there.
So, we made no money. And I dont mean very very little.. I mean no money.
The next weekend's total was $20.
This weekend they didn't call me to work at all. Third weekend in a row with basically or literally no money coming in. With about 5-7 hundred more dollars to pay for burning man trip... that's not fuckin' good.
And the flying carpet I was making for burningman? The gas skateboard that it was based on... was ripped off. fuckin' kids.. I seriously don't understand the impulse to take something from another person, especially when its obviously something that cost a bunch of money. Hell, I don't understand the impulse to shout 'fag' at me when i'm walking down the street.
so yeah.. fuckers. I'm selling a bunch of crap on eBay to cover some stuff, including a new transportation device for burningman that isnt really customizeable like the carpet would be, and is actually more expensive than a new board for the carpet... so i'm nuts. it would be a very bad idea.. but i'm going to try to swing it.. because its so damn cool.
pulling together and buying this damn thing is the only way i'm going to get my spirits back up from these weekends.. i know.. its psychotic, but hey.. its the way my brain is wired. and my mom is actually writing a book about that kind of process.
Cotton Candy machine is coming along.. but that was a lot of money for the electrics that obviously i dont have.
hoo boy this trip is rapidly getting out of controll. and i still haven't paid Pat for my ticket yet.. fuck.
okay, thinking about this so much is making me more depressed about it.
So I had a bad weekend. Made worse by the past two weekends sucking too. My weekends in the summer are all about money. I hate to say it, but that's what I do. All weekend. Nothing else happens. Because I give myself over to Gloworks all weekend long, I dont have to work during the week and I make more money than I would working all week at a part-time retail thing. It gets me to burningman and a little more, so I like it.
But here's the catch. There are good weekends where I'll make $400, and bad weekends where I'll make $50. It all evens out to still pretty nice though. But I hit a slump three weeks ago. Started out great, I did $180 in Taylor. In one night.. not the 4th weekend, thats a damn good night. Only outsold by the owner of the company, and he was at the show selling for a few hours longer than I was. But then New Haven happened.
I'm feeling more like typing now, so I'll give you the long story. And no one's reading this to complain about it being too long. So there you go again.
Usually a small town fireworks show will look like its going to suck and you're going to make no money when you first show up, but when it gets darker, people come out of the woodwork. And it might not be a barnburner, but It'll get you at least a little money.
So we show up in New Haven, and the place is about a third the size of the smallest show I've ever been to. And there are thirty people there. For four of us. On top of that, theres another person there who's selling blinky magnets, and he has a permit. We dont. I'm 99% positive his permit was to cover his caricature booth, and had nothing to do with the lights, but the police there didnt care. We could've covered an area away from him, but that would've cut the area (already too small) in half... twice. We had an area that would be seriously seriously cramped for one person.. and we had four people.
And to top that off, about the time people would start showing up, there were less people when we got there.
So, we made no money. And I dont mean very very little.. I mean no money.
The next weekend's total was $20.
This weekend they didn't call me to work at all. Third weekend in a row with basically or literally no money coming in. With about 5-7 hundred more dollars to pay for burning man trip... that's not fuckin' good.
And the flying carpet I was making for burningman? The gas skateboard that it was based on... was ripped off. fuckin' kids.. I seriously don't understand the impulse to take something from another person, especially when its obviously something that cost a bunch of money. Hell, I don't understand the impulse to shout 'fag' at me when i'm walking down the street.
so yeah.. fuckers. I'm selling a bunch of crap on eBay to cover some stuff, including a new transportation device for burningman that isnt really customizeable like the carpet would be, and is actually more expensive than a new board for the carpet... so i'm nuts. it would be a very bad idea.. but i'm going to try to swing it.. because its so damn cool.
pulling together and buying this damn thing is the only way i'm going to get my spirits back up from these weekends.. i know.. its psychotic, but hey.. its the way my brain is wired. and my mom is actually writing a book about that kind of process.
Cotton Candy machine is coming along.. but that was a lot of money for the electrics that obviously i dont have.
hoo boy this trip is rapidly getting out of controll. and i still haven't paid Pat for my ticket yet.. fuck.
okay, thinking about this so much is making me more depressed about it.