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Mar 13, 2007 17:39

I took this week off to volunteer for SXSW. My shifts have been screwy for various reasons (main crew's hours got cut, other crew added in hours, system double-booked me then dropped me out, nitty gritty straightening it all out), but so far so good.

Bag stuffing (where we put promo stuff in bags) featured a jerk (who was angry at me for re-stocking his magazines to stuff in bags - 'stop bringin' me stuff!') and culminated in him pelting me with an empty cardboard box while I re-stocked another stuffer. That made me angry, especially since he wasn't kicked off, but just told to stay away from me (and of course I was told the same). In society, why is the treatment for the victim so similar to the treatment for the offender? Why do jerks receive so much tolerance for their behavior when it shouldn't be tolerated at all? Well, let's give him another chance. (And if I had physically countered him after he hit me with an object (the box), what consequences would I have to deal with?)

Other than that, bag stuffing is amusing to me, because it makes for great people-watching to hand things out to the folks coming by in lines, like neverending trick-or-treaters, with their bags held open as they go by. I saw a lot of interesting and cool hairstyles and fashion ensembles from young and old hipster volunteers.

On my shift in the Press Suite, I watched a conference for The Lookout, one of the movies screening, which had Borat's real-life wife Isla Fisher, and Joseph Gordon-Levitt ("the guy from 3rd Rock," or the nice guy from Ten Things I Hate About You. Bill Paxton was supposedly around somewhere, but I did not care about that. I was pretty excited when I saw Douglas Coupland (author, probably most famous for being the original source of the phrase "Generation X") coming down the hallway, and stopping to check his schedule. I liked a lot of his earlier books, "Life After God" and "Microserfs," but didn't have anything good to say to him, so he passed by unaccosted.
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