Bad Manager

My manager did something very mean to me a few days ago. She emailed me a webpage claiming the band I want to see in concert this spring would be on a chatroom. My favorite was on the chatroom the day before I received this email. Bad manager.
I love this band so much I read their bio book twice and I missed out on talking to Nikki Sixx. Then on top of that she informs me of a package deal where you can meet the band and get your picture taken with the band. She tells me I would suck from being cool getting that. I looked into it and that bitch knows I don't have $400. I barely make over minimum wage. Shame on her for getting me excited.
One good thing that happened was getting my email to the editor published in a magazine, though I was misquoted. I have been showing everybody I know my name in print. Some say congrats while others don't care. I'm so escatic I don't care. They spelled my name right too. A while ago the post office misspelled my name on the papers they give when you receive a package not fitting in your mailbox. A friend moved and neglected to tell me so her Christmas package was returned to me. My name on an address label was misspelled, though I should be used to it by now. Very few can spell it right. Post later. Bye!