Good news: Today I had my single biggest etsy sale ever.
Bad news: The lady bought a belt I don't have the materials to replace, since The Ring Lord has taken more than a week to send my package. If I'm lucky I'll get it in time to pull off a few hundred flowers before Otakon, but finding the time to spend six hours plus on a hip scarf/belt might be wishful thinking.
Speaking of Otakon: It'd be amusing to watch the very polite forum battle with Otakon's AA head if I wasn't one of the people this heavy-handed "IT IS WHAT IS IS" method is screwing over. As it is, I'm battling wholesaler(1) after vendor(2, 3, 4) after event organizer(5) after site owner(6) after the state(7) and have neither the time nor the energy to stay remotely close to polite for longer than ten seconds--especially when faced with "Complain and you will be punished!" Because I'm not seeing "I'm sorry, and I'll try to do better." I'm seeing "I don't care that this is a hideous inconvenience for you and will end up costing you money. I'm doing you a favor by putting up with you, you ungrateful cretins. But if you want things to get better, be nice to me. They might be better next year. Maybe."
Emotional spectrum edging towards "RAGE! RAGE! RAGE!"
1) Wholesaler has wonderful prices but has a problem responding to queries in any decent time. 2) I spent more than $300 on rings from The Ring Lord. The package should've left by last Friday at the latest; instead it's not going out until Monday. I just had to drop $40 extra on expedited shipping to be sure the thing gets here in time to be of any use. TRL offered to rush the package out today if I responded to them by a certain time--and I got the offer an hour after that time was up. 3) An otherwise reputable vendor who admittedly is having internet problems took a paypal order from me on the 22'd and has yet to reply to questions let alone send the damned skirt I want. 4) Gibberish-speaking vendor from a few posts back finally replaced the items that I bought a full month ago & that should've shipped on the 5th of June. The replacement belt was the wrong belt. Fuck it--I'll use it for parts. 5) I've asked three times what time I should be there. It's not that hard. 6) "We're affiliated with a company that promotes women in the arts! Give us 30% of your profits!" Yeah, right. Promotes, flenses, same difference--right? Sorry, being a literal starving artist doesn't appeal to me. 7) Sweet Christ, you'd think the state'd make this paperwork shit more user friendly. I need a fucking business advisor. It's too bad I can't afford one.
. . . I want these. Or these. Floof would make me happy right about now. Now I just need to pick a color . . .