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!.nnE0K9DSM 10/18/11(Tue)03:38 No.5077356>>5077340 I
could do this thread and a TC at the same time, but okay. The thing is,
there's some things I can't say on here, but might be able to on a TC.
Con Nightmare? Alright, have some specifics. JaniCon 2007. 6pm Saturday. The
three owners have realized that they had completely misbudgeted and are
going to owe the hotel a shitload of money. Meanwhile, as one of the
head staffers, I'm trying to get them to help settle about seven
different issues that you can imagine would come up at the start of the
biggest night of the con, not the least of which our musical guest had
filled one of the hotel halls with the distinct smell of pot.
But
no. These three had gone into full lock-down mode. One was near-tears,
one was deathly silent, and the other was calling everyone he could and
freaking the fuck out.
I had brought a few close friends to the
con as unofficial staff and gave them staff badges for helping a little
here and there just in case. Everything was starting to go down and it
was time for all the major events and panels to set-up. Chaos.
I
ran over to con ops, but security wouldn't let me in. Apparently they
were having a closed-door meeting about the financial status of the
convention. I shoved past him and slammed my hand on the desk, shouted
something like THIS FUCKING CONVENTION ISN'T GOING TO RUN ITSELF. IF YOU
DON'T WANT MORE REFUNDS ON YOUR HANDS, I NEED TO GET THIS SHIT RUNNING.
They kinda nodded numbly. I took all but one of the remaining
walkie-talkies and snatched the Con CEO badge off one of the owners. I
proceeded to rush out and call up the friends I had brought. I put on
the CEO badge, gave the staff badge to one of the friends, and handed
them all walke talkies.
We essentially held the con together for the rest of the night. |