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I take it back...
Aug. 14th, 2007 02:27 pm...I promised myself that I would not be the Quartermaster for Pennsic next year - I was too toasty, too exhausted. I remember driving up Curry road last year between the battlefield and the camps with tear-tracks down my cheeks as I saw folks relaxing and playing while I was out on yet another marathon shopping trip. As this year's war approached, I'd choke up and be unalbe to speak whenever I thought about having to go.
Yeah, well. It got better.
MUCH better. Setting up my tents was practically a cakewalk compared to last War. Cip and his adorable daughter (and Loriage, too) helped with the parts that required three hands and they let me drive stakes until I couldn't any longer and then they finished for me. The trailer was emptied on Monday and there I hit the first (and really, only) boggle - Tech Services wanted to put in shelves and the sweet old man who was doing the work made molasses look like a speed racer - but by Weds afternoon all the work was done and my crew and I claimed the trailer. Wow, did we do some shopping! I had only 2 buyers crap out on me but the rest surprised me with their tremendous energy and patience. It was fun. We giggled. We made bad jokes and plans for further mischief. I found myself smiling and laughing each morning as I headed down the Hill to my little cave. The modifications to the scope of the job made it much, much easier and I cannot tell you how relieving it is to work with an Exchequer who knows their stuff and how to streamline our processes.
What a change from the past. I am looking forward to next year with delight. I love my crew! And it was fabulous to get to know Subotai and his lady as well as Sandy, Em, and Katherine even more. Ro was a powerhouse in the data-entry front and handled folks with orders with aplomb. Next year is going to be such fun.
There was Drama, as usual for Pennsic, and I await the finale to two of the episodes with regret. I also regret that I had to return projects that are beyond my skill to their owners... that still scalds me with shame. I should be able to do whatever I set my mind to. I should be inventive enough to find a work-around. I hate that I could not and so failed folks I treasure. Although one of them forgave me enough to give me a new project within my feeble means. (That is going to be fun!)
My kitchen stuff molded. Do you know how wet and steamy the environment has to be to get kitchen stuff made in the South Seas to mold? Pretty darn steamy. Dish racks should not mold. Shelves sealed with Urethane should not not mold on the corners. Baskets should not be spotty - neither should brand-new wooden spoons.
Damned skunks should not pee on my rugs (they stayed at Pennsic in a dumpster). Ugh! All this time I thought it was 'wet rug' smell and that I'd gotten the remnants of last year's disaster out of my carpets but a week of wet steamy weather proved me wrong. And since Arni usually says "no, we can fix that, let's take it home', I was pleased as punch to have him crash in my tent on Saturday night and hear him agree that night that the rugs were unsavable. New rugs for me! Wa-haa!!
Yeah, well. It got better.
MUCH better. Setting up my tents was practically a cakewalk compared to last War. Cip and his adorable daughter (and Loriage, too) helped with the parts that required three hands and they let me drive stakes until I couldn't any longer and then they finished for me. The trailer was emptied on Monday and there I hit the first (and really, only) boggle - Tech Services wanted to put in shelves and the sweet old man who was doing the work made molasses look like a speed racer - but by Weds afternoon all the work was done and my crew and I claimed the trailer. Wow, did we do some shopping! I had only 2 buyers crap out on me but the rest surprised me with their tremendous energy and patience. It was fun. We giggled. We made bad jokes and plans for further mischief. I found myself smiling and laughing each morning as I headed down the Hill to my little cave. The modifications to the scope of the job made it much, much easier and I cannot tell you how relieving it is to work with an Exchequer who knows their stuff and how to streamline our processes.
What a change from the past. I am looking forward to next year with delight. I love my crew! And it was fabulous to get to know Subotai and his lady as well as Sandy, Em, and Katherine even more. Ro was a powerhouse in the data-entry front and handled folks with orders with aplomb. Next year is going to be such fun.
There was Drama, as usual for Pennsic, and I await the finale to two of the episodes with regret. I also regret that I had to return projects that are beyond my skill to their owners... that still scalds me with shame. I should be able to do whatever I set my mind to. I should be inventive enough to find a work-around. I hate that I could not and so failed folks I treasure. Although one of them forgave me enough to give me a new project within my feeble means. (That is going to be fun!)
My kitchen stuff molded. Do you know how wet and steamy the environment has to be to get kitchen stuff made in the South Seas to mold? Pretty darn steamy. Dish racks should not mold. Shelves sealed with Urethane should not not mold on the corners. Baskets should not be spotty - neither should brand-new wooden spoons.
Damned skunks should not pee on my rugs (they stayed at Pennsic in a dumpster). Ugh! All this time I thought it was 'wet rug' smell and that I'd gotten the remnants of last year's disaster out of my carpets but a week of wet steamy weather proved me wrong. And since Arni usually says "no, we can fix that, let's take it home', I was pleased as punch to have him crash in my tent on Saturday night and hear him agree that night that the rugs were unsavable. New rugs for me! Wa-haa!!
