I was already not in the greatest of moods when I got home this afternoon; I spent the afternoon struggling to fix my parents’ laptop, a task I should have tackled weeks ago and I am starting to suspect is actually a world-class trolling attempt on Microsoft and Sony’s part, because no one could ever possibly think that Windows 8 is a real operating system.
(“Upgrade to Windows 10, it’s free,” you say? “Die in a fire!” I say, because I’m fucking trying to, and I didn’t realize the magnitude of the fuckery until I tried to remove the cancer software from the computer. Everyone involved in making Windows 8 should spend the rest of their lives in jail.)
Anyway. I got home and put together a spreadsheet to help me try and suss out how many books to order for some of these cons I plan on being a vendor at, and what I have concluded is that it is going to be virtually impossible for me to make a profit at any of these things, especially if I eat while I’m on the road. Now, I can literally make profit if I sell every book I bring with me, under some circumstances, but we’re looking at maybe a $3 an hour salary I’d be making over the three days of the con. Is that worth it? I don’t know.
And if I don’t sell everything?
Better mood tomorrow, I promise.