Nothing Comes From Nothing.
I’m frustrated that the cancellation of last week’s Mostly Comedy has put me in an impossibly tight
financial situation and fed up with the amount of work I put into something
that can so easily be affected by pulling a date.
On one hand, I kind of had the deciding vote when it came to the show not going ahead, so I
feel responsible for it, which is all the more irritating now I’m out of pocket
as a result. While we’ve yet to actually receive any complaints about the
cancellation, this is unusual, as people are often very unreasonable about these things, which only
compounds the frustration with the amount of work you put in for the amount of
money you take out, particularly when cancelling a date is more involved than
it going ahead; I can't imagine many of the people who moan about these things
would have stuck with a project like the club for as long as Glyn and I did before we
took anything out of it financially (we’re talking years here).
It just so
happens last week’s date would have brought in enough funds to buffer projects
like the St Alban’s shows (which aren’t particularly viable at the moment) while also giving me some money to go toward Christmas. Now, I don’t know what I’m
going to do. It makes me feel like I shouldn’t have taken the money I’d
paid myself recently from it, which wouldn’t have been a problem if the show
hadn’t been pulled. It’s at times like this I wonder why I put so much time
into the club for what I get out of it. This feeling will undoubtedly pass, but
the lack of money will remain; at least the people who book for the shows
usually get what they want out of it, but that’s seldom the case for me.