I've made one sale this week, out of a total of two days working. From that sale I've made approximately $160.

Not bad. Not enough. If I don't make a few more sales this week, I'm in deep financial doo-doo. I have three more days left in the field, although the quality of those days depends on how many people I can see. If I make three more sales at about the same level, then my worries are over, I'll have made enough money to get by this month (presuming I DO make some more sales in the next weeks). If not, it's still panic-time.

I still can't make my rent this month. If I can't, well... means I can't make any of my other bills either. If that happens, I think I'll find myself in the uncomfortable situation of having to move back home and freeload off my parents until I figure out just how I fucked my life up so badly. Not that it's a bad thing that I have parents who'd be willing to help me out, but damn, talk about making a failure out of myself. I can't see much advantage to the situation, since I don't know how I'd ever recover from the massive damage to ego and self-esteem. I'm supposed to be a mature, independant adult. I should be able to provide for myself and take care of myself.

But evidently I can't. Or at least, maybe I can't. We'll see how it goes, I guess.