the rundown
"first" day of cci. spent much of it running around handling staffing issues. I had to go to each of our 5 booths, spread from one end of the hall to the other, to accuratly gauge our situation. A fuckton of our staffers got their badge, worked yesterday, and then fucking bailed. Then I was running some random errands, finding change, etc. I was on the cellphone nonstop trying to figure out where the fuck my people were.
I bailed early today to get together with my bro. He lives in the area and makes me feel guilty for not visiting him and his family while I'm in town. So we and a group of his friends he hasn't seen in forever got together for dinner at Black Angus. My childhood friend Kenny picked me up since he works within walking distance of the convention center. We got to the restaurant an hour early, so I had a couple shots of whiskey and was drunk by the time my bro and the rest of his friends came around.
(During my drinking, I received a call from a disgruntled worker. I can't escape the office even when I'm not on site. The worker was fucking pissed off. All I could do was apologize and sympathize. She's bailing on me too, but it's time for me to not care. All I can do now is roll with the punches, assess the situation, and perform damage control. Fuck, and I have 3 more days of con too.)
So we eat, I actually finish most of my bleu cheese and mushroom filet, save a few tablespoons of garlic mashed potatoes. My 2-year-old neph was very entertaining during the evening. And he dragged me around the parking lot after dinner. Kenny then took me on a spin in his suped up 95 Integra and dropped me off back at the hotel around 10. The night was still early but my roommates were nowhere to be seen. I decided to just watch tv, shower, and type up this entry.
I need some soda.
I bailed early today to get together with my bro. He lives in the area and makes me feel guilty for not visiting him and his family while I'm in town. So we and a group of his friends he hasn't seen in forever got together for dinner at Black Angus. My childhood friend Kenny picked me up since he works within walking distance of the convention center. We got to the restaurant an hour early, so I had a couple shots of whiskey and was drunk by the time my bro and the rest of his friends came around.
(During my drinking, I received a call from a disgruntled worker. I can't escape the office even when I'm not on site. The worker was fucking pissed off. All I could do was apologize and sympathize. She's bailing on me too, but it's time for me to not care. All I can do now is roll with the punches, assess the situation, and perform damage control. Fuck, and I have 3 more days of con too.)
So we eat, I actually finish most of my bleu cheese and mushroom filet, save a few tablespoons of garlic mashed potatoes. My 2-year-old neph was very entertaining during the evening. And he dragged me around the parking lot after dinner. Kenny then took me on a spin in his suped up 95 Integra and dropped me off back at the hotel around 10. The night was still early but my roommates were nowhere to be seen. I decided to just watch tv, shower, and type up this entry.
I need some soda.