I signed on for Registrar 2010...
...not Shitfixer Eternal!
Never work a convention! Attend as many as you can, enjoy them, volunteer for free admission, run a game or something, find a way to serve as a guest, get your admission however you can, but for THE LOVING SAKE OF HUMANITY, NEVER WORK A CON!
If you can, avoid it with your life! For the sake of your mental and physical wellness, avoid working conventions. If you're a dealer, it's a different definition of "working" when you man your booth than when you staff the convention, so that working doesn't count. When you staff a convention, you not only lose that weekend of your life enjoying the fruits of your efforts, but you LOSE AN ENTIRE YEAR of your life in PREPARATION for that weekend you lose. I have optimistically worked on this approaching event the Guild has invested its time and money into, this ConJour venture, and now, at nine DAYS to the convention, I am saddled with work that was divested into the hands of other individuals for the previous year, and somehow managed to NOT get done! Imagine!
(You watch, I say this now, but it'll change before next year...) I will not be doing this for next year's convention! BUT I WILL be making sure the rest of them do. They deserve to see how the fire feels when I don't pull their asses out after they dive from the frying pan.
Hell, I may not be able to save anyone's ass this year. It may be too close to the end to fix all the shit they've ignored and abandoned until now.
I'm trying. I am so tired. I had gotten on a daytime schedule, now I'm back to being a night owl, and it's all because I work on this until I can't keep my eyes open, then close up and go to bed. Well, then I sleep later and wake up later and work later and sleep later and wake up later and work later and sleep later and finally here I am... up all night, unconscious all day. And on everybody's shitlist cause it looks like I do nothing all day, when THEY want me to do it.
I didn't mind it so much in 2008, working to 2009. It was my work, and my job to finish. I mind it in 2010, when all of 2009 was spent not doing it and now it's mine to finish what someone else never started! I'd love to take hold of the responsible parties drop this in their laps and say, "Here you are. I'll see you in the next life." But I can't, cause I already told someone else I'd make sure it was taken care of, before knowing how bad the proper staffer had failed at their job.
I wonder when they're going to start working to get their guests lined up for 2011, cause I know the person doing that isn't working very hard on it.
I am looking forward to ConJour 2010 in spite of everything else. The sooner it gets here, the sooner I can put it behind me. I've learned a lot about the people in my life because of this. I've learned what friends I can count on to get the job done, what friends I can count on to fall short, what friends can't be counted on for anything, and what friends are smarter than all the others. I also know where I fall in the heirarchy of their lives and what priorities take precedence with them over others. I have learned something of my own limitations, and I learned that if I get sick, all work stops.
I am the navigator at the compass, the pilot at the wheel, the quartermaster and his whip, and the wind in the sails. I guide, I steer, I inventory, I punish, and I empower... and when I am absent, there is nothing. I made one mistake this year, I got sick. It's a mistake I can't correct and can't avoid. Illness happens, but without me the convention fell into the shape its in. So I blame myself. In spite of my harsh words of blame, duly directed, I am truly the only one at fault.
I am Shitfixer 2010, and I will fix shit if it kills me.
Never work a convention! Attend as many as you can, enjoy them, volunteer for free admission, run a game or something, find a way to serve as a guest, get your admission however you can, but for THE LOVING SAKE OF HUMANITY, NEVER WORK A CON!
If you can, avoid it with your life! For the sake of your mental and physical wellness, avoid working conventions. If you're a dealer, it's a different definition of "working" when you man your booth than when you staff the convention, so that working doesn't count. When you staff a convention, you not only lose that weekend of your life enjoying the fruits of your efforts, but you LOSE AN ENTIRE YEAR of your life in PREPARATION for that weekend you lose. I have optimistically worked on this approaching event the Guild has invested its time and money into, this ConJour venture, and now, at nine DAYS to the convention, I am saddled with work that was divested into the hands of other individuals for the previous year, and somehow managed to NOT get done! Imagine!
(You watch, I say this now, but it'll change before next year...) I will not be doing this for next year's convention! BUT I WILL be making sure the rest of them do. They deserve to see how the fire feels when I don't pull their asses out after they dive from the frying pan.
Hell, I may not be able to save anyone's ass this year. It may be too close to the end to fix all the shit they've ignored and abandoned until now.
I'm trying. I am so tired. I had gotten on a daytime schedule, now I'm back to being a night owl, and it's all because I work on this until I can't keep my eyes open, then close up and go to bed. Well, then I sleep later and wake up later and work later and sleep later and wake up later and work later and sleep later and finally here I am... up all night, unconscious all day. And on everybody's shitlist cause it looks like I do nothing all day, when THEY want me to do it.
I didn't mind it so much in 2008, working to 2009. It was my work, and my job to finish. I mind it in 2010, when all of 2009 was spent not doing it and now it's mine to finish what someone else never started! I'd love to take hold of the responsible parties drop this in their laps and say, "Here you are. I'll see you in the next life." But I can't, cause I already told someone else I'd make sure it was taken care of, before knowing how bad the proper staffer had failed at their job.
I wonder when they're going to start working to get their guests lined up for 2011, cause I know the person doing that isn't working very hard on it.
I am looking forward to ConJour 2010 in spite of everything else. The sooner it gets here, the sooner I can put it behind me. I've learned a lot about the people in my life because of this. I've learned what friends I can count on to get the job done, what friends I can count on to fall short, what friends can't be counted on for anything, and what friends are smarter than all the others. I also know where I fall in the heirarchy of their lives and what priorities take precedence with them over others. I have learned something of my own limitations, and I learned that if I get sick, all work stops.
I am the navigator at the compass, the pilot at the wheel, the quartermaster and his whip, and the wind in the sails. I guide, I steer, I inventory, I punish, and I empower... and when I am absent, there is nothing. I made one mistake this year, I got sick. It's a mistake I can't correct and can't avoid. Illness happens, but without me the convention fell into the shape its in. So I blame myself. In spite of my harsh words of blame, duly directed, I am truly the only one at fault.
I am Shitfixer 2010, and I will fix shit if it kills me.