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I am having one of those weeks, folks. Now that I FINALLY feel like I just might be getting over the lung-crud that has been plaguing the southland, I find my nerves frayed. “Hwy-for ju feel so beat-ap, papi?” you may be asking yourselves. Very simply, I have a week left before jumping on a plane for New Orleans, an SCA event in-between now and then, Baronial Council to organize and run, reports to submit, event preps to do, sewing, packing, side projects, work stress,… and for some reason, I have been dealing with an unusually high level of the stooopids this week.
The best way to describe it is with the subject-line that I listed on this post. Cast your mind’s eye back several years. I attended a huge SCA event in Florida. I can’t remember which event this one was, but it was some big anniversary event. Attendance was expected to be huge, and the activity level was just insane. To make things even more crazy, something weird happened with the event staff, and a last-minute shift took place leaving one particular guy in charge. Now, unfortunately, this guy carried with him a lot of reputation-baggage. Some of it, he kinda brought on himself, but I think that much of it was just smack-talk because when it came down to it, when he set himself to take on a task, he completed it.
The drama level at this event was, as one would expect, very high. And late one morning, I ran into the guy when he came stumbling into the hall. He looked like the walking dead – enough so that I walked up to him to ask if he was ok. Unapologetically, and very calmly, he told me that he was exhausted, having gotten very little sleep. As if it weren’t bad enough that he got to bed very late after a crazy Friday night of drama, he was roused from bed in the wee-hours of the night to go and deal with some Very Important Issue in the parking lot, or at gate, or somewhere that called for the Guy-In-Charge to be physically present to provide blatantly-obvious-instruction to those who have no common sense. No sooner had he conveyed this to me, when his radio went off. He was getting a call from the cabin where children’s activities were scheduled. “HELP!” they cried. “We have the children outside of the cabins doing activities, and baby snakes are falling out of the trees. What should we DOOOOO???!!!!!” In what clearly must have taken the very last ounce of strength that he had, the guy in charge put down his radio for just a second to roll his eyes, and take a deep breath. Then, in a single burst, he picked up the radio and said, “Move the kids, and kill the snakes! Over!!!!” all while rolling his eyes so much as to make a slot-machine jealous.
I nearly fell over laughing! And under different circumstances, my buddy probably would have joined me. But then, he got another call, and he had to leave to once again provide blatantly-obvious-instruction to those who have no common sense.
Move the kids, and kill the snakes. Very practical advice, if ya ask me.
The best way to describe it is with the subject-line that I listed on this post. Cast your mind’s eye back several years. I attended a huge SCA event in Florida. I can’t remember which event this one was, but it was some big anniversary event. Attendance was expected to be huge, and the activity level was just insane. To make things even more crazy, something weird happened with the event staff, and a last-minute shift took place leaving one particular guy in charge. Now, unfortunately, this guy carried with him a lot of reputation-baggage. Some of it, he kinda brought on himself, but I think that much of it was just smack-talk because when it came down to it, when he set himself to take on a task, he completed it.
The drama level at this event was, as one would expect, very high. And late one morning, I ran into the guy when he came stumbling into the hall. He looked like the walking dead – enough so that I walked up to him to ask if he was ok. Unapologetically, and very calmly, he told me that he was exhausted, having gotten very little sleep. As if it weren’t bad enough that he got to bed very late after a crazy Friday night of drama, he was roused from bed in the wee-hours of the night to go and deal with some Very Important Issue in the parking lot, or at gate, or somewhere that called for the Guy-In-Charge to be physically present to provide blatantly-obvious-instruction to those who have no common sense. No sooner had he conveyed this to me, when his radio went off. He was getting a call from the cabin where children’s activities were scheduled. “HELP!” they cried. “We have the children outside of the cabins doing activities, and baby snakes are falling out of the trees. What should we DOOOOO???!!!!!” In what clearly must have taken the very last ounce of strength that he had, the guy in charge put down his radio for just a second to roll his eyes, and take a deep breath. Then, in a single burst, he picked up the radio and said, “Move the kids, and kill the snakes! Over!!!!” all while rolling his eyes so much as to make a slot-machine jealous.
I nearly fell over laughing! And under different circumstances, my buddy probably would have joined me. But then, he got another call, and he had to leave to once again provide blatantly-obvious-instruction to those who have no common sense.
Move the kids, and kill the snakes. Very practical advice, if ya ask me.
