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Mrr. Arrr.
Tired.
But. Happy news, first.
I got an A in BASIC. (Programming in BASIC was the title of the course).
The group of us who did a skit in the costume contest at Name That Con won an award. Best Presentation, Novice division.
We have a shiny medal.
I got several compliments over the weekend about how great/awesome/wonderful Hospitality was. I am basking.
Angel and Connor are kinda cute as a tag-team.
I had a blast, danced my ass off, and also got shiny things. I now own a blinking thingie, and a wrist-band with spikes on it. Mmm. Black velvety stuff. Reminds me of Stryfe, really.
And I also have a nifty idea for making 'wings' for WW. More as this develops.
On the crappy side of things, my car is still banged up, my job still sucks, and I'm beginning to get REALLY tired of the stupid fan politics.
In the interests of not boring lots, I shall cut the con ramblings, since I want a record for myself...
The weekend started out on Thursday, with the worry about my final, homework, and whether I'd be able to shop for food that night on my paycheck. The AmerPoli final seemed to go ok, and I got most of the homework done. Only one program was still futzing around.
I also was able to put my paycheck in without them complaining that it was dated the next day. Yay.
Wait. I'm forgetting.
Thursday actually started at 8am. I needed to pack. At 8:46am, the delivery men from Pepsi called me.
I'm so very thankful I was awake.
See, apparently, my request that they deliver the soda sometime *IN THE AFTERNOON, LIKE, AFTER 4* hadn't been heeded. At all. So, instead, they were delivering it at 9am.
I love smart people.
So, I panicked for a second, told the guy I'd call him back, and tried to call Mary. She's the one in charge of the con.
No answer, but I left her a message. I then called the hotel, and they said they could do that, no trouble (open the room the soda was going to be in, and store it until we got there that afternoon).
I relax, call the guy back, and go back to packing.
At 9:47, I'm almost finished, and preparing to lug everything downstairs so I can get to school in time to code shit in the computer lab.
The guy from Pepsi calls again.
The hotel has no clue who Name That Con is, and the room that we're SUPPOSED TO HAVE is already in use by another group.
He hands me to the lady, and we chat nicely, with her finally going, "Oh, you're the science fiction people." Yeah. She assures me they'll figure something out, and I say goodbye, secure that they will. And that it will probably screw my head with worry while the final takes a toll.
It didn't, luckily.
School happens. Frustration occurs. Things get yelled (in my head, it WAS the computer lab, after all). Programs are finished, save one.
I head off and pick up my check, cash it, and head up to the hotel.
As I arrive, it occurs to me I haven't eaten ALL DAY. It's now 3pm. This is bad. I decide it's smarter to go eat rather than fainting on someone.
At 3:30, I get back to the hotel. None of the NTC people are there. I must have looked like shit, too. The desk clerk was REALLY nice, and got me checked in really easily. On a reduced rate, for some reason... Eh, I wasn't complaining.
I head up to the room, and collapse on the bed for about 20 minutes.
Since no one is in the hotel, I decide to go shopping. This requires me borrowing a Sams card from Darlene. I call her work. She's just left, apparently.
Sigh. I head down to the lobby, in hopes someone will have shown. They haven't. But the Air National Guard bowling idiots are in. In force, too. They remind me of sports fans. Bad-tempered assholes who think they own the world.
Eventually I spot someone. We find others. Nothing much happens.
I find out that this woman is the one who had to meet Pepsi to give them a check this afternoon. I had been planning on doing it myself, but had thought they'd just not cared.
Guilt sets in a bit, but there really wasn't a fucking thing I could have done to get there any earlier.
Schoolwork comes first.
Time passes, more than one person comments that Pepsi delivered "a day early". Since I was told SEVERAL times that they HAD to deliver the day before, and that it was ok, because the hotel would let us do that, I began to feel irritated.
I spent a long time sitting in the lobby again, watching the already drunk ANG people wander around and smoke a lot.
Finally, the people I was rooming with showed up. We chatted a bit, then got our crap unloaded and into the room. I packed fairly light, I'm proud to say.
Darlene handed over a free Sams Day Pass coupon, and I tripped off to the delights of Sams. I bought many things, and hoped I would get some of it back, since I needed the money to do other things with. I also cased out hot dogs and such.
Back at the hotel, I stored some sour cream in the fridge for VIP.
Not much more happened, that I recall. We did a lot of folding and shit, and finally went to bed about 1.
-=-
Friday dawned early. About 6am early. Mike had to work, and I had to go to school and finish things before class (where I had an exam).
I exited stage left, promising to be back before 3.
Class happened. The exam kept me until almost 2. And it took almost an hour to get back to the hotel.
I arrived hot and sweaty and exhausted, and ready to just die.
Couldn't, of course. Instead, I tried to organise Hospitality, since we now had our room. (The ANG freaks had it until 1am the night before.)
I put some chips and pretzels out, and the mix I'd made the night before (M&Ms, Cheezits, pretzels, rice and corn Chex).
About 5:30, I scampered off to Wally world, needing more bowls. And some spoons. Hard to make dip without spoons.
My Wal Mart homing instinct still works, apparently.
Got back to find the place in an uproar, iirc, it was that there hadn't been food when it opened. Oh, and the soda wasn't set up, and blah, and blah.... I whined a bit at Tyger, who rolled his eyes. Smart man.
But I was hot and sweaty and brainblasted from a final and an exam and lack of sleep. I was allowed to be whiny, fuckitall.
I made dip. I think I ate at some point. I sat and watched Mike pull in over 700 dollars for the charity auction. Go, Mike! Incidentally, the comics that I was trying to get rid of lo these many posts agone went for 36 bucks. I wouldn't have minded only ten. Some were FREE, dammit....
The night dwindled. The hotel shut down the Holidome (after giving our Main Programming room to the ANG twits), which meant there was no dance that night. People complained. Hospitality stayed open.... I wandered down at something like 1am, and offered to shut it down. Someone from HQ said she'd watch it, and close it up when she went to bed.
I staggered off to bed, dead.
=-=-=-=
Saturday dawned even more way too fucking early, since I'd set the alarm in the dark, and bumped it ahead an hour...
We still got up.
---- And here I stop, since I'm exhausted, and should go to bed. Shall finish tomorrow.
But. Happy news, first.
I got an A in BASIC. (Programming in BASIC was the title of the course).
The group of us who did a skit in the costume contest at Name That Con won an award. Best Presentation, Novice division.
We have a shiny medal.
I got several compliments over the weekend about how great/awesome/wonderful Hospitality was. I am basking.
Angel and Connor are kinda cute as a tag-team.
I had a blast, danced my ass off, and also got shiny things. I now own a blinking thingie, and a wrist-band with spikes on it. Mmm. Black velvety stuff. Reminds me of Stryfe, really.
And I also have a nifty idea for making 'wings' for WW. More as this develops.
On the crappy side of things, my car is still banged up, my job still sucks, and I'm beginning to get REALLY tired of the stupid fan politics.
In the interests of not boring lots, I shall cut the con ramblings, since I want a record for myself...
The weekend started out on Thursday, with the worry about my final, homework, and whether I'd be able to shop for food that night on my paycheck. The AmerPoli final seemed to go ok, and I got most of the homework done. Only one program was still futzing around.
I also was able to put my paycheck in without them complaining that it was dated the next day. Yay.
Wait. I'm forgetting.
Thursday actually started at 8am. I needed to pack. At 8:46am, the delivery men from Pepsi called me.
I'm so very thankful I was awake.
See, apparently, my request that they deliver the soda sometime *IN THE AFTERNOON, LIKE, AFTER 4* hadn't been heeded. At all. So, instead, they were delivering it at 9am.
I love smart people.
So, I panicked for a second, told the guy I'd call him back, and tried to call Mary. She's the one in charge of the con.
No answer, but I left her a message. I then called the hotel, and they said they could do that, no trouble (open the room the soda was going to be in, and store it until we got there that afternoon).
I relax, call the guy back, and go back to packing.
At 9:47, I'm almost finished, and preparing to lug everything downstairs so I can get to school in time to code shit in the computer lab.
The guy from Pepsi calls again.
The hotel has no clue who Name That Con is, and the room that we're SUPPOSED TO HAVE is already in use by another group.
He hands me to the lady, and we chat nicely, with her finally going, "Oh, you're the science fiction people." Yeah. She assures me they'll figure something out, and I say goodbye, secure that they will. And that it will probably screw my head with worry while the final takes a toll.
It didn't, luckily.
School happens. Frustration occurs. Things get yelled (in my head, it WAS the computer lab, after all). Programs are finished, save one.
I head off and pick up my check, cash it, and head up to the hotel.
As I arrive, it occurs to me I haven't eaten ALL DAY. It's now 3pm. This is bad. I decide it's smarter to go eat rather than fainting on someone.
At 3:30, I get back to the hotel. None of the NTC people are there. I must have looked like shit, too. The desk clerk was REALLY nice, and got me checked in really easily. On a reduced rate, for some reason... Eh, I wasn't complaining.
I head up to the room, and collapse on the bed for about 20 minutes.
Since no one is in the hotel, I decide to go shopping. This requires me borrowing a Sams card from Darlene. I call her work. She's just left, apparently.
Sigh. I head down to the lobby, in hopes someone will have shown. They haven't. But the Air National Guard bowling idiots are in. In force, too. They remind me of sports fans. Bad-tempered assholes who think they own the world.
Eventually I spot someone. We find others. Nothing much happens.
I find out that this woman is the one who had to meet Pepsi to give them a check this afternoon. I had been planning on doing it myself, but had thought they'd just not cared.
Guilt sets in a bit, but there really wasn't a fucking thing I could have done to get there any earlier.
Schoolwork comes first.
Time passes, more than one person comments that Pepsi delivered "a day early". Since I was told SEVERAL times that they HAD to deliver the day before, and that it was ok, because the hotel would let us do that, I began to feel irritated.
I spent a long time sitting in the lobby again, watching the already drunk ANG people wander around and smoke a lot.
Finally, the people I was rooming with showed up. We chatted a bit, then got our crap unloaded and into the room. I packed fairly light, I'm proud to say.
Darlene handed over a free Sams Day Pass coupon, and I tripped off to the delights of Sams. I bought many things, and hoped I would get some of it back, since I needed the money to do other things with. I also cased out hot dogs and such.
Back at the hotel, I stored some sour cream in the fridge for VIP.
Not much more happened, that I recall. We did a lot of folding and shit, and finally went to bed about 1.
-=-
Friday dawned early. About 6am early. Mike had to work, and I had to go to school and finish things before class (where I had an exam).
I exited stage left, promising to be back before 3.
Class happened. The exam kept me until almost 2. And it took almost an hour to get back to the hotel.
I arrived hot and sweaty and exhausted, and ready to just die.
Couldn't, of course. Instead, I tried to organise Hospitality, since we now had our room. (The ANG freaks had it until 1am the night before.)
I put some chips and pretzels out, and the mix I'd made the night before (M&Ms, Cheezits, pretzels, rice and corn Chex).
About 5:30, I scampered off to Wally world, needing more bowls. And some spoons. Hard to make dip without spoons.
My Wal Mart homing instinct still works, apparently.
Got back to find the place in an uproar, iirc, it was that there hadn't been food when it opened. Oh, and the soda wasn't set up, and blah, and blah.... I whined a bit at Tyger, who rolled his eyes. Smart man.
But I was hot and sweaty and brainblasted from a final and an exam and lack of sleep. I was allowed to be whiny, fuckitall.
I made dip. I think I ate at some point. I sat and watched Mike pull in over 700 dollars for the charity auction. Go, Mike! Incidentally, the comics that I was trying to get rid of lo these many posts agone went for 36 bucks. I wouldn't have minded only ten. Some were FREE, dammit....
The night dwindled. The hotel shut down the Holidome (after giving our Main Programming room to the ANG twits), which meant there was no dance that night. People complained. Hospitality stayed open.... I wandered down at something like 1am, and offered to shut it down. Someone from HQ said she'd watch it, and close it up when she went to bed.
I staggered off to bed, dead.
=-=-=-=
Saturday dawned even more way too fucking early, since I'd set the alarm in the dark, and bumped it ahead an hour...
We still got up.
---- And here I stop, since I'm exhausted, and should go to bed. Shall finish tomorrow.