Of my week, Mpeg management, and surviving Husker Nation
It was an interesting week.
Monday would have been fairly ordinary except for having to work late. Not so much having to work, but having to be there due to husband's after work meeting. They're so busy that they have to schedule meetings after work hours and pay people OT to attend. Luckily I have plenty to do and ended up working from 9:15am to 8:45pm. Tuesday I ended up at work until 7pm because it was my turn to stay late on a Tuesday. *curses*
Then on Wednesday we have a division meeting and eyebrows were raised when the div manager starts off the meeting by telling us all her mpreg dream about one of the unit managers. Apparently she had a dream that the manager, a guy, was pregnant. He's got two little kids already and in the dream he told her that he didn't think that it was fair only his wife "gets" to be pregnant and modern technology has finally advanced that the father can carry the baby. And when she asked him how they get the baby out, he paused and said...they haven't figured that out yet, but they're working on it.
*facepalm*
Then one of our managers from Chicago stood up and introduced himself...and the lovely roll of TP he was carrying. Apparently he saw someone walking out of the washroom with their own private roll the other day, so he started asking everyone around if that was a Nebraska thing...lol. The next morning he comes in to several rolls on his desk in varying degree of un-rolled glory. A warm Nebraska welcome. Of course, now we're going to be known as the "B.Y.O.T.P." department, although our analysts who were sent to India and the Manila call center over the past few months vehemently argue that the quality of American TP can not be overstated.
After the meeting, I got an email from one the VP's assistants that "in appreciation for all you do, would you like a free pair of NE-KState football tickets." It has been years since I went to a game, so I said Hellz Yeah and got free tickets and VIP tailgate passes.
I knew my good friend Mary had never been to a game, so I asked her. I did ask my husband first, out of politeness even tho he hates crowds more than ketchup on steak and fat-free dressing put together. Mary's husband offered to drop us off and pick us up from the game so that was nice since we didn't have to worry about parking.
IT WAS INSANE. I'm not afraid of crowds but it was really just unreal. I knew it would be busy but I wasn't expecting that kind of crush. We stayed at the tailgate too long and had a hell of a time getting into the stadium. Packed wall to wall bodies, crushed up against fences, I was a little horrified about how little crowd control, as in none, there was. Scary shit, twice Mary and I had to jump out of the crowd because it got to her. We found a spot against a wall and just waited. Finally we were able to get to our seats and it was packed ass to ass with your knees digging into the guy in front of you.
85,998 screaming lunatics, most of them wearing red, shouting and howling until the sound starts to vibrate the bleachers. You could literally feel the roar beating against your skin and making the air look distorted across the stands. Crazy.
They don't serve alcohol at college events, but most people start early. I saw some who were already so drunk they were hauled off to detox by the cops before the game started! After surviving the crush getting in, Mary and I decided to leave early 4th quarter. Good thing too, or it would have taken us hours to get the hell out of there. We just got our asses out of the stadium, turned south and started walking.
Downtown Lincoln turns into a huge party on game day and it goes until after the bars close. Then the police physically start shoving people off the streets and arresting anyone who can't leave on their own. I'm not into football, but I was raised here so I'm not immune to the energy the crowd puts out. It was so overcrowded, but there were no fights, no violence at all. One guy in front of me yelled out that we could all be home watching the game, but it wouldn't be the same. And the guy next to him yelled out that he drove 160 miles from Kansas to be there and the NE guy grinned, shook his hand and said, good luck to you guys tonight, pleasure having you here!
Emotionally and physically exhausted, I was just glad to get home that night and collapse. My throat is still sore from screaming, my legs hurt from all the stairs, I've got bruises from being crushed in the crowd and I woke up in the middle of the night to puke even though I didn't drink.
Nebraska football. You don't so much attend a game as much as you survive one.
Monday would have been fairly ordinary except for having to work late. Not so much having to work, but having to be there due to husband's after work meeting. They're so busy that they have to schedule meetings after work hours and pay people OT to attend. Luckily I have plenty to do and ended up working from 9:15am to 8:45pm. Tuesday I ended up at work until 7pm because it was my turn to stay late on a Tuesday. *curses*
Then on Wednesday we have a division meeting and eyebrows were raised when the div manager starts off the meeting by telling us all her mpreg dream about one of the unit managers. Apparently she had a dream that the manager, a guy, was pregnant. He's got two little kids already and in the dream he told her that he didn't think that it was fair only his wife "gets" to be pregnant and modern technology has finally advanced that the father can carry the baby. And when she asked him how they get the baby out, he paused and said...they haven't figured that out yet, but they're working on it.
*facepalm*
Then one of our managers from Chicago stood up and introduced himself...and the lovely roll of TP he was carrying. Apparently he saw someone walking out of the washroom with their own private roll the other day, so he started asking everyone around if that was a Nebraska thing...lol. The next morning he comes in to several rolls on his desk in varying degree of un-rolled glory. A warm Nebraska welcome. Of course, now we're going to be known as the "B.Y.O.T.P." department, although our analysts who were sent to India and the Manila call center over the past few months vehemently argue that the quality of American TP can not be overstated.
After the meeting, I got an email from one the VP's assistants that "in appreciation for all you do, would you like a free pair of NE-KState football tickets." It has been years since I went to a game, so I said Hellz Yeah and got free tickets and VIP tailgate passes.
I knew my good friend Mary had never been to a game, so I asked her. I did ask my husband first, out of politeness even tho he hates crowds more than ketchup on steak and fat-free dressing put together. Mary's husband offered to drop us off and pick us up from the game so that was nice since we didn't have to worry about parking.
IT WAS INSANE. I'm not afraid of crowds but it was really just unreal. I knew it would be busy but I wasn't expecting that kind of crush. We stayed at the tailgate too long and had a hell of a time getting into the stadium. Packed wall to wall bodies, crushed up against fences, I was a little horrified about how little crowd control, as in none, there was. Scary shit, twice Mary and I had to jump out of the crowd because it got to her. We found a spot against a wall and just waited. Finally we were able to get to our seats and it was packed ass to ass with your knees digging into the guy in front of you.
85,998 screaming lunatics, most of them wearing red, shouting and howling until the sound starts to vibrate the bleachers. You could literally feel the roar beating against your skin and making the air look distorted across the stands. Crazy.
They don't serve alcohol at college events, but most people start early. I saw some who were already so drunk they were hauled off to detox by the cops before the game started! After surviving the crush getting in, Mary and I decided to leave early 4th quarter. Good thing too, or it would have taken us hours to get the hell out of there. We just got our asses out of the stadium, turned south and started walking.
Downtown Lincoln turns into a huge party on game day and it goes until after the bars close. Then the police physically start shoving people off the streets and arresting anyone who can't leave on their own. I'm not into football, but I was raised here so I'm not immune to the energy the crowd puts out. It was so overcrowded, but there were no fights, no violence at all. One guy in front of me yelled out that we could all be home watching the game, but it wouldn't be the same. And the guy next to him yelled out that he drove 160 miles from Kansas to be there and the NE guy grinned, shook his hand and said, good luck to you guys tonight, pleasure having you here!
Emotionally and physically exhausted, I was just glad to get home that night and collapse. My throat is still sore from screaming, my legs hurt from all the stairs, I've got bruises from being crushed in the crowd and I woke up in the middle of the night to puke even though I didn't drink.
Nebraska football. You don't so much attend a game as much as you survive one.