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ksaldria:
yeah,evil__muffin, you heard me. :P
Weekend the 2nd at the Renaissance Festival!
We arrived Thursday night. There was general slouching and not-doing-much. Also grocery shopping.
Friday I got to delegate. Meg and Reed didn't have much (any) work from their bosses, so I hired them on behalf of my boss. I got to play Assistant Manager for the day as I:
1. priced new stock,
2. assembled storage containers,
3. organized and oversaw the painting of the booth front ,
4. witnessed the penultimate chapter of the M****** credit machine saga (where the final chapter is us telling M****** to go to hell),
5. spread mulch, and
6. priced and repriced more stock (hey US dollars, you're not Canadian dollars!).
Then we (Meg, Reed, 'Drew' and I) went to see I, Robot. Capsule review: Wonderful direction of a shite script by actors who didn't. Act, that is. Stunning action sequences, though.
There was also rain.
Saturday was actual festival-with-people Renaissance Festival type festival. The rain and subsequent humidity kept people away. It sucked. We were bored. Not many memorable stories. I put last weekend's sales through. Which was good. We ate Chinese for dinner.
Sunday was a record-breaking day by all accounts. Attendance and gross sales from most vendors. Last year's attendance was about 50 000 for the summer. The rumoured attendance for Sunday was over 6000. I cruched the numbers and Sunday's attendance was double the average for a day's gate last year.
I think.
Anyway. We were busy. We had our **electronic** credit card machine (unlike last week where we had to to manual credit slips without the neat slider machine so we had to find ways to make the carbon transfer the info from the card... grrr). We sold out of wooden frogs and belly dancing scarves (which are our biggest sellers). Generally all was happy. Hot, humid, gross and no breeze to speak of, but we weren't bored.
Monday the 3-day-weekend psychosis had set in. Several interesting anecdotes. One involves Adrian "Duncan MacLeod" Paul aka "That guy from Highlander, right?" on Bill's deck. One involves a drunk that kept returning to buy flutes of various ethnicity. One involves a cast member and a zen-gardening lesson that turned into a woodchip fight. Another involves the damn parking lot attacking our car and a call to Toyota Roadside Assistance. We were out of frogs and scarves (literally... one huge frog and 0 scarves left by noon). We still did extremely decent business.
Fewer people at the fest meant more fun for people working at the fest. Everyone was wiped from the real weekend and this 3rd day thing was just random wildness. I learned 2 Radiohead songs on the celtic harp and on dulcimer. Vince came by and taught me the next steps in How to Play Hammered Dulcimer. I can manage some pretty cool sounding stuff now.
The best story from yesterday was my Adventure to Paydeleriumd. Upon reflection, it was like that Kids in the Hall sketch where the guy has a list of things to do and won't let anything stop him.
All I wanted to do was to paydeleriumd what we owed her from working Friday. Sigh. I was directed to detour and see if the drummers were making to much noise by listening from the glassblower's booth. On my way I was diverted by a man who was watching our drum circle/percussion jam. We discussed drums. On to the glassblower. They weren't doing a demonstration so we were fine on the noise level. On to Meg. At least in her direction. Got stopped by the Loudly Bros. (cast members). Was wearing coin hip scarf. Was included in street ensemble bit. They were "counting" the coins on my scarf; I danced.
I continued on my way. Must deliver the money and get Meg to sign. I made it to the maze where Randy stopped me. Conversation. Next booth, also manned by friends. Donovan was interested by my hairstyle. Halfway to next booth (which is actually a game) I had a conversation with a random person about sneaking up on people while wearing bells. That day I had a scarf on (just one), while the day before I had 3 scarves frull of jingles and 50 bells on each foot. So I was being stealthy yesterday. When I got to the game I exchanged pleasantries with the game-minders.
I was maybe 50 or 60 feet away from Meg's game by this point. I was unfortunately also 25 feet away from Mark. This conversation ended with him carrying me up to Meg. He passed me to her over the fence. She jumped on me. I was shoeless by this point... they had fallen off en route to Meg. I paid her and she signed for it. Mission objective accomplished. Now all I had to do was return to work.
I yelled to Mark. He ignored me. I yelled again, same response. Meg had customers. I ventured forth alone and in my bare feet. Mark had by this time picked up my sandals and was seeing if any of the women walking by had lost their footware. Ah, I see. It's a game. I'm going to have to work at this... so I ran out, jingling and yelling "gimmie my shoes!." I succeeded in recovering my sandals (I think because he's afraid of me hitting him again) and I made it back to *my* booth to continue work for the day. *whew*
ksaldria:yeah,
evil__muffin, you heard me. :PWeekend the 2nd at the Renaissance Festival!
We arrived Thursday night. There was general slouching and not-doing-much. Also grocery shopping.
Friday I got to delegate. Meg and Reed didn't have much (any) work from their bosses, so I hired them on behalf of my boss. I got to play Assistant Manager for the day as I:
1. priced new stock,
2. assembled storage containers,
3. organized and oversaw the painting of the booth front ,
4. witnessed the penultimate chapter of the M****** credit machine saga (where the final chapter is us telling M****** to go to hell),
5. spread mulch, and
6. priced and repriced more stock (hey US dollars, you're not Canadian dollars!).
Then we (Meg, Reed, 'Drew' and I) went to see I, Robot. Capsule review: Wonderful direction of a shite script by actors who didn't. Act, that is. Stunning action sequences, though.
There was also rain.
Saturday was actual festival-with-people Renaissance Festival type festival. The rain and subsequent humidity kept people away. It sucked. We were bored. Not many memorable stories. I put last weekend's sales through. Which was good. We ate Chinese for dinner.
Sunday was a record-breaking day by all accounts. Attendance and gross sales from most vendors. Last year's attendance was about 50 000 for the summer. The rumoured attendance for Sunday was over 6000. I cruched the numbers and Sunday's attendance was double the average for a day's gate last year.
I think.
Anyway. We were busy. We had our **electronic** credit card machine (unlike last week where we had to to manual credit slips without the neat slider machine so we had to find ways to make the carbon transfer the info from the card... grrr). We sold out of wooden frogs and belly dancing scarves (which are our biggest sellers). Generally all was happy. Hot, humid, gross and no breeze to speak of, but we weren't bored.
Monday the 3-day-weekend psychosis had set in. Several interesting anecdotes. One involves Adrian "Duncan MacLeod" Paul aka "That guy from Highlander, right?" on Bill's deck. One involves a drunk that kept returning to buy flutes of various ethnicity. One involves a cast member and a zen-gardening lesson that turned into a woodchip fight. Another involves the damn parking lot attacking our car and a call to Toyota Roadside Assistance. We were out of frogs and scarves (literally... one huge frog and 0 scarves left by noon). We still did extremely decent business.
Fewer people at the fest meant more fun for people working at the fest. Everyone was wiped from the real weekend and this 3rd day thing was just random wildness. I learned 2 Radiohead songs on the celtic harp and on dulcimer. Vince came by and taught me the next steps in How to Play Hammered Dulcimer. I can manage some pretty cool sounding stuff now.
The best story from yesterday was my Adventure to Pay
deleriumd. Upon reflection, it was like that Kids in the Hall sketch where the guy has a list of things to do and won't let anything stop him. All I wanted to do was to pay
deleriumd what we owed her from working Friday. Sigh. I was directed to detour and see if the drummers were making to much noise by listening from the glassblower's booth. On my way I was diverted by a man who was watching our drum circle/percussion jam. We discussed drums. On to the glassblower. They weren't doing a demonstration so we were fine on the noise level. On to Meg. At least in her direction. Got stopped by the Loudly Bros. (cast members). Was wearing coin hip scarf. Was included in street ensemble bit. They were "counting" the coins on my scarf; I danced. I continued on my way. Must deliver the money and get Meg to sign. I made it to the maze where Randy stopped me. Conversation. Next booth, also manned by friends. Donovan was interested by my hairstyle. Halfway to next booth (which is actually a game) I had a conversation with a random person about sneaking up on people while wearing bells. That day I had a scarf on (just one), while the day before I had 3 scarves frull of jingles and 50 bells on each foot. So I was being stealthy yesterday. When I got to the game I exchanged pleasantries with the game-minders.
I was maybe 50 or 60 feet away from Meg's game by this point. I was unfortunately also 25 feet away from Mark. This conversation ended with him carrying me up to Meg. He passed me to her over the fence. She jumped on me. I was shoeless by this point... they had fallen off en route to Meg. I paid her and she signed for it. Mission objective accomplished. Now all I had to do was return to work.
I yelled to Mark. He ignored me. I yelled again, same response. Meg had customers. I ventured forth alone and in my bare feet. Mark had by this time picked up my sandals and was seeing if any of the women walking by had lost their footware. Ah, I see. It's a game. I'm going to have to work at this... so I ran out, jingling and yelling "gimmie my shoes!." I succeeded in recovering my sandals (I think because he's afraid of me hitting him again) and I made it back to *my* booth to continue work for the day. *whew*
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Date: 2004-08-03 09:00 pm (UTC)UNCLEAN!
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Date: 2004-08-04 08:19 pm (UTC)(*snicker*)
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Date: 2004-08-04 08:42 pm (UTC)It's the legion of fans and teenage girls that I wouldn't want