3 years & people, those Gawddamned people...
As of March 26th, it has been three years since we've lost papaa. It's not easier, but I feel like I'm accomplishing more in my life with him in my memory than I have in the previous two years. I always knew he was proud of me and all my brothers, but this year I feel like I've earned it.
The day itself wasn't all that proud. I ended up slicing open my finger from a broken bottle & slamming my chin on the floor due to sock-ed feet, wood floor, and a failed triple spin kick. The upside is that I can apparently take a strong shot to the chin without getting knocked out, biting my tongue, or chipping my teeth. The downside is that it took a day to stop bleeding completely (clotting a wound through a goatee is a bit of a bitch, particularly one made by the bone in your own chin). But no stitches required... so I count myself lucky.
Aside from that, the semi-annual magic auction I go to was widely attend, I got to hang out with awesome magic friends, and throw around great ideas. That continued into today, where I had a video conference with a magician friend in Florida and one in Vermont. Great stuff and nothing energizes me more than collaborating with other magi I dig.
But those aren't the gawddamned people. Today was chock-full of people who mistakenly confused my kindness with weakness. I don't enjoy putting on my "general manager" hat a ripping people a new one because they temporarily forgot to act like responsible adults towards me, but it seems like I don't get a choice. I took up the sword, so I must therefore use it when required. I just hope this doesn't become a pattern. I know there will always be schmucky behavior when you're putting together any group of 90 employees and managers, no matter if it is a Ren Faire or not. I just hope our faire's format has curbed most of the asshattery.
We shall see...
The day itself wasn't all that proud. I ended up slicing open my finger from a broken bottle & slamming my chin on the floor due to sock-ed feet, wood floor, and a failed triple spin kick. The upside is that I can apparently take a strong shot to the chin without getting knocked out, biting my tongue, or chipping my teeth. The downside is that it took a day to stop bleeding completely (clotting a wound through a goatee is a bit of a bitch, particularly one made by the bone in your own chin). But no stitches required... so I count myself lucky.
Aside from that, the semi-annual magic auction I go to was widely attend, I got to hang out with awesome magic friends, and throw around great ideas. That continued into today, where I had a video conference with a magician friend in Florida and one in Vermont. Great stuff and nothing energizes me more than collaborating with other magi I dig.
But those aren't the gawddamned people. Today was chock-full of people who mistakenly confused my kindness with weakness. I don't enjoy putting on my "general manager" hat a ripping people a new one because they temporarily forgot to act like responsible adults towards me, but it seems like I don't get a choice. I took up the sword, so I must therefore use it when required. I just hope this doesn't become a pattern. I know there will always be schmucky behavior when you're putting together any group of 90 employees and managers, no matter if it is a Ren Faire or not. I just hope our faire's format has curbed most of the asshattery.
We shall see...