Panicking about Otakon/money/my health? Yes, yes I am.
Ugh, what started out as a sore throat the other day has gotten so much worse. I've lost my voice and I feel like I've swallowed a hedgehog. I was supposed to go in for training today on how to answer phones and transfer calls, but mom made a 8| face when I opened my mouth to say "good morning" and only a strangled, raspy whine came out. Can't answer phones if I don't have a voice. I'm doing everything I can to tame the sore throat so I can go in to work tomorrow and get moneys. My bank account isn't looking so healthy.
On that note, what the fuck am I going to do for Otakon. Beeks isn't coming by half as often as he promised he would--I understand that he doesn't actually own a car and neither do I--and he's been pretty unhelpful when he has come over. He's not even willing to learn how to sew and has no helpful input. I had a nightmare where we went to Otakon with both of our cosplays half-finished and then we were attacked by zombie dinosaurs. This is a a very real fear of mine. In fact, I think it's a message. If I don't get our cosplays on time, the convention center will be overrun with zombie dinosaurs.
I need to order my wig and dye it still. ffffffffffffffff Beeks is gonna have to work on the hat himself. We'll never get done otherwise. His jacket is going to be tough, because the pattern was designed for fleece instead of...Whatever the fuck it was we got. It's been fun working with him, but not wholly productive. Part of that is my fault for not having much for him to do.
Money is being spent and I don't have a job to make sure I have more money to spend. Falcon's Landing turned me down (despite Stephen saying that he would put in a good word for me) and Borders Cafe hasn't even responded. I saw a sign up at Books-A-Million, but I dunno what that would turn up. I can't do customer service. I am the least customer service-qualified person I know. This is why I skulk in the dark corners of kitchens and hiss at customers and sometimes servers.
Now I want money to spend at Otakon and still have enough for crackers and Gatorade when I'm in college? Yeah, this is fucking brilliant.
On that note, what the fuck am I going to do for Otakon. Beeks isn't coming by half as often as he promised he would--I understand that he doesn't actually own a car and neither do I--and he's been pretty unhelpful when he has come over. He's not even willing to learn how to sew and has no helpful input. I had a nightmare where we went to Otakon with both of our cosplays half-finished and then we were attacked by zombie dinosaurs. This is a a very real fear of mine. In fact, I think it's a message. If I don't get our cosplays on time, the convention center will be overrun with zombie dinosaurs.
I need to order my wig and dye it still. ffffffffffffffff Beeks is gonna have to work on the hat himself. We'll never get done otherwise. His jacket is going to be tough, because the pattern was designed for fleece instead of...Whatever the fuck it was we got. It's been fun working with him, but not wholly productive. Part of that is my fault for not having much for him to do.
Money is being spent and I don't have a job to make sure I have more money to spend. Falcon's Landing turned me down (despite Stephen saying that he would put in a good word for me) and Borders Cafe hasn't even responded. I saw a sign up at Books-A-Million, but I dunno what that would turn up. I can't do customer service. I am the least customer service-qualified person I know. This is why I skulk in the dark corners of kitchens and hiss at customers and sometimes servers.
Now I want money to spend at Otakon and still have enough for crackers and Gatorade when I'm in college? Yeah, this is fucking brilliant.