So, as the trend has been the past two weeks or so, I've been getting my ass handed to me at work; tight deadlines, multiple project changes, and miscommunication had me buy a pack of squares today. I'm not proud of myself, lol. But, roughly an hour ago, I got an email that made me simultaneously happy and sick as fuck:
Beyond that, there is a secondary catch; you have the opportunity to make up the money by selling the tickets they give you. Apparently, you get like 40 tickets, with your choice of distribution. You can either sell em', or give em' away. I'm hot soup, because I've been through this before with Afton, and as previously mentioned, I couldn't sell the tickets and paid out of pocket to perform for an empty ass room. So the flashbacks of half-assedness kinda have me shook? I dunno, it's like a nauseating feeling, really.
I don't know what to do. I need some kind of guidance, and all I have at the present moment is myself. I got some thinking and beat making to do tonight. I may have to get creative on Friday.