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Raw fish for shattered nerves

Well, Rick, Ron, drunkenphlower and I met with the hotel to go over the bill. The final damages were about $6600, which was pretty much what J and I were expecting because of the crash pad screwup. That, along with many other things, will be discussed at the staff post-mortem, which I fear is shaping up to be a mutual recrimination and slagfest. One of my staff members posted this in her LJ: "Everyone I know is angry, depressed, or a combination thereof and it's rubbing off on me too much." Unfortunately, I understand exactly how she feels, and it's really sad. The guests loved us, and all of them want to come back. The hotel loved us and wants us back for years to come. The fans in general seem to have had a good time, and judging from the number of pre-registrations in the box on Sunday, a lot of them are planning to come back too.

Despite all this good news, the staff seems to be consumed with rage and hate. I know some of it is due to fatigue and overwork, but I think most of it stems from internal problems and personality clashes and, perhaps more than anything else, poor communications. (Imagine that, a bunch of otaku and SF fans with poor communications skills. In other news, dog bites man. Film at 11.) I am doing my best to try and soothe peoples' taut nerves, spread a little oil on the troubled waters, and reassure people that they really did do a good job, overall. Harsh truths and boots to the head can wait for later, and there aren't so many of those required anyway; a word to the wise should suffice. I know there are things I screwed up, many, many things, and all I can do is own up to them and try my damnedest to fix them.

Tonight I consume sushi with the Flying Monkeys of Registration, who worked hard and did good work under extremely stressful and difficult conditions, and follow that with a visit to Reverend Jack. This weekend, the ATC Board meets for the last time before the annual meeting, which will precede the staff post-mortem.

This is worse than the usual post-con depression. For a while, I was in a good mood, but now the black dog has come sniffing around again and I'm not really sure quite what to do.


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Mar. 18th, 2005 09:27 pm (UTC)
What happened?

I would suggest putting into place some rules when you guy's meet about the autopshy. Putting together a convention is kind of like herding cats w/cats.......:)
Mar. 18th, 2005 09:54 pm (UTC)
The short answer would be, a lot of failure to communicate coupled with a lot of staff members not getting adequate rest. I fully intend to run the post-mortem with a firm hand on the brake to keep things orderly, but as you say, sometimes it's like herding cats.
Mar. 21st, 2005 02:02 pm (UTC)
We watch out for each other and make each other go to bed or get out of that area for a while.....
Mar. 21st, 2005 08:06 pm (UTC)
We're still working on that.
Mar. 19th, 2005 12:58 am (UTC)
...but now the black dog has come sniffing around again and I'm not really sure quite what to do.

Ever see Old Yeller? SHOOT THE DOG!!
Mar. 19th, 2005 03:42 pm (UTC)
*nods* Sound advice. Would you believe I managed to get through childhood in America without seeing that movie?
Mar. 19th, 2005 05:59 pm (UTC)
Remind me to tell you...
...the "Old Yeller As A Psychological Tool" story sometime...
Mar. 20th, 2005 04:05 am (UTC)
surely you know from vast experience what ungrateful retches some
convention goers (of any stripe) can be - need we name NAMES ?
No, I thought not ;-)

Chairing a con is one of those soul marking experiences - not really
a stupid thing to do, but better called "adventurous" - doing it a second
time, well, that can get you put in a whole different catagory, fo sho.

If nobody died, then it was a raving success. No blood? No sympathy ;-)
I have faith that you kicked ass, took names, put the pinks in their places,
did a job that Dobbs would appreciate.


Mar. 20th, 2005 05:37 am (UTC)
Nobody died, although there was the grand mal seizure and the unconscious drunk, but since we had a warm body count over 1400 (almost 1500) it's all good on that front as far as I'm concerned. Another night's sleep and a good board meeting and I feel better about this whole deal, better than James Brown. ~_^

As for being chairman, well, somebody's got to do it, and I don't think I'm stroking my ego to excess when I say I'm pretty much the only man on the scene who's both able & willing to strap on the guns, put on a badge, and become - A CON CHAIR! This will change, of course, but for now it's my turn on deck.
Mar. 21st, 2005 12:24 am (UTC)
I always know I will find you at the front of the pack.
Mar. 21st, 2005 01:48 am (UTC)
Gimpin' along, singin' a song...
Mar. 21st, 2005 02:03 pm (UTC)
Oh, yep. This is my 4th time chairing MarsCon....I think I am nuts!
Mar. 21st, 2005 08:05 pm (UTC)
Either that or masochistic. Sometimes it's fun to be the front man, but other times it just plain sucks.
Mar. 21st, 2005 08:23 pm (UTC)
It does get a bit easier the longer the convention is around. Plus, keeping with the same concom helps too. Everyone has pretty much figured out what they have to get done.
Mar. 22nd, 2005 04:49 am (UTC)
For all the whining I'm doing now, it was actually a lot easier and smoother this year than last year, and I expect next year to go still more smoothly yet.
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