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wombat_sochoI'm going to spare you all a day-by-day recounting of the weekend. Suffice it to say that as chief of Registration I saw none of the convention except for two panels, five minutes of the dance, and closing ceremonies - didn't get into the dealers' room, art show, AMV contest, video rooms or gaming area. It was very much of a busman's holiday for me, since I spend most of my work days being a corporate bureaucrat pressing butan (but not receiving bacon) and being registration chief means doing more of the same except with lots of unhappy customers.
There are exceptions to this, like the guy who voluntarily gave his badge to one of his daughter's friends when they came in Saturday morning. By and large, though, most of the problems I had last weekend after the pool closed Friday at 1700 were not with the kids we had to turn away but the parents, who could not bring themselves to believe that we wouldn't 1) violate the law and 2) breach our insurance contract just so Little Jimmy Otaku would not be Sad. This failure on our part to be "compassionate" led to some truly amazing/disgusting behavior and a couple of abusive e-mails, and while I suppose some of it was just kabuki by moms and dads wanting to show that they'd gone the extra mile, it still sucked So fuck you people. Fuck you one and all, and that goes double for the teenagers who asked sneeringly if I'd had a good day on Friday turning away all the desperate people. WTF did they expect me to say? Assholes. I had to laugh it off and return the snark with interest. It was either that or hold a boot party right there in the courtyard.
So, yeah, pushing papers, pushing butan, abusing the Internet and being stoic to the pinheads. That was my weekend. It had its good parts, too, don't get me wrong:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marainsanity's birthday party, Sunday night at Friday's with jamestrainor (who I hadn't seen all weekend), talking to Carrie, the logistics party after the bar closed Sunday, and the post-party at stuckintraffik's. Detour as a whole went very well, and I'm proud to have done my part to make it go well, but my part of it wasn't too much fun.
Thanks to all the people who made it suck less than it would have if they weren't there.
There are exceptions to this, like the guy who voluntarily gave his badge to one of his daughter's friends when they came in Saturday morning. By and large, though, most of the problems I had last weekend after the pool closed Friday at 1700 were not with the kids we had to turn away but the parents, who could not bring themselves to believe that we wouldn't 1) violate the law and 2) breach our insurance contract just so Little Jimmy Otaku would not be Sad. This failure on our part to be "compassionate" led to some truly amazing/disgusting behavior and a couple of abusive e-mails, and while I suppose some of it was just kabuki by moms and dads wanting to show that they'd gone the extra mile, it still sucked So fuck you people. Fuck you one and all, and that goes double for the teenagers who asked sneeringly if I'd had a good day on Friday turning away all the desperate people. WTF did they expect me to say? Assholes. I had to laugh it off and return the snark with interest. It was either that or hold a boot party right there in the courtyard.
So, yeah, pushing papers, pushing butan, abusing the Internet and being stoic to the pinheads. That was my weekend. It had its good parts, too, don't get me wrong:
marainsanity's birthday party, Sunday night at Friday's with jamestrainor (who I hadn't seen all weekend), talking to Carrie, the logistics party after the bar closed Sunday, and the post-party at stuckintraffik's. Detour as a whole went very well, and I'm proud to have done my part to make it go well, but my part of it wasn't too much fun. Thanks to all the people who made it suck less than it would have if they weren't there.
