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Regained perspective
May. 6th, 2009 06:13 pmSo I've had some sleep and am feeling better - and thank you for the messages of comfort.
No, Pennsic isn't broken. I have got to lay it to rest in my mind. It is not the fault of the staff that this happened, simply the effect of having an imposed non-staff person take advantage of their unique position to further their own agenda. Trust me, if the Mayor could have done something about it, he would have. And later down the road when this person is no longer in their position, hopefully someone with ideas about cooperation and team-support will take their place and set things back to rights. And it is always possible that they will take what I've started and make it even better. I shouldn't discount that even if I don't have much faith in it - if nothing else, it is possible that they will drive themselves to provide outstanding service just to prove they could do it better than me. And that would be fine all the way around.
In the meantime, I shall take comfort in knowing that I did make a positive difference for the staff and did make their jobs easier.
And a phone call from another lj-person, who wanted to learn the words to a song, has brightened my day - she told me about a young woman who attended her drumming class at Pennsic last year and who had a string of beads that denoted various drumming rhythms (Da'ud's method)... the girl had gotten them at a Page's School class at Pennsic and had kept them all these years. I developed that Page's School that year. The Autocrats had not put a Page's School together and Aurora of Clan Lurkr, Ziggy's mom, talked me into stepping up for it when we got on site and learned that there wouldn't be one. Da'ud and Durr helped me by teaching the kids how to make their own drums out of no.10 cans (Durr) and giving a two-hour class on beginning drumming specifically designed for school-aged children (Da'ud). It was one of my happier moments that Pennsic. I already had fond memories of that Page's School (also a GREAT memory of Sir Fern lecturing kids on chivalry and fighting, then teaching them the various parts of armor by letting them 'dress' her. Again and again. So very, very patient with them). All of the guest teachers were folks already on site who agreed to take the unexpected time out to be a part of the Page's School. And now Kheva tells me that this young girl had kept her beads all these years and attended Khiva's basic drumming class so she could re-learn the rhythyms the bead's colors denoted - because that Pennsic was one of her brightest memories.
That makes me feel so good.
No, Pennsic isn't broken. I have got to lay it to rest in my mind. It is not the fault of the staff that this happened, simply the effect of having an imposed non-staff person take advantage of their unique position to further their own agenda. Trust me, if the Mayor could have done something about it, he would have. And later down the road when this person is no longer in their position, hopefully someone with ideas about cooperation and team-support will take their place and set things back to rights. And it is always possible that they will take what I've started and make it even better. I shouldn't discount that even if I don't have much faith in it - if nothing else, it is possible that they will drive themselves to provide outstanding service just to prove they could do it better than me. And that would be fine all the way around.
In the meantime, I shall take comfort in knowing that I did make a positive difference for the staff and did make their jobs easier.
And a phone call from another lj-person, who wanted to learn the words to a song, has brightened my day - she told me about a young woman who attended her drumming class at Pennsic last year and who had a string of beads that denoted various drumming rhythms (Da'ud's method)... the girl had gotten them at a Page's School class at Pennsic and had kept them all these years. I developed that Page's School that year. The Autocrats had not put a Page's School together and Aurora of Clan Lurkr, Ziggy's mom, talked me into stepping up for it when we got on site and learned that there wouldn't be one. Da'ud and Durr helped me by teaching the kids how to make their own drums out of no.10 cans (Durr) and giving a two-hour class on beginning drumming specifically designed for school-aged children (Da'ud). It was one of my happier moments that Pennsic. I already had fond memories of that Page's School (also a GREAT memory of Sir Fern lecturing kids on chivalry and fighting, then teaching them the various parts of armor by letting them 'dress' her. Again and again. So very, very patient with them). All of the guest teachers were folks already on site who agreed to take the unexpected time out to be a part of the Page's School. And now Kheva tells me that this young girl had kept her beads all these years and attended Khiva's basic drumming class so she could re-learn the rhythyms the bead's colors denoted - because that Pennsic was one of her brightest memories.
That makes me feel so good.
