Running to Stay in Place
Feb. 28th, 2006 04:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lenora_roseJust so people know, I've been consistently 72 to 108 messages behind (With my settings, that translates to 2-3 pages on my friendslist). AKA about 4 days. I'll catch up to about the day before by skimming and trying to mentally note the really interesting looking long posts I didn't read (For example, the various writers who did the International Embarrass yourself as an Artist Day and posted the oldest piece of crud they had available to their computer). Then I'll fall behind again by as much as before.
So if I hadn't commented on something that seems obvious to remark upon (Like, say, the song I'm listening to now as posted by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
musicmutt or snark upon (Like, say jeffheikkinen's remarks about bad J-pop, or rather, the bit about how it is physically impossible for him not to say something about music he dislikes). There's why.
One new project they gave me is one which includes some bits that are all but impossible to make sense of. Like, for instance, needing approval numbers for all our vendors from a government site which only covers 1/4 of the TYPES of materials those vendors provide. Say what? How exactly does this work? The underlying project is supposed to mean that the people in charge of health and fod know exactly everything that ever ever comes remotely near our bread. Which sounds reasonable, but some of the particular ways they've chosen to do things pass my bureaucratic tolerances, and while I like cutting through red tape wherever possible (I think everyone does), I can and will tolerate it if its purpose is clear and logical and applied logically. This is the first two, but not the third. The application is nonsensical.
That said, I still have to finish the project some time soonish. Or those parts of it that I can.
I'm also still running an ongoing low-level fret about how many social tickets are and are not sold. We're way below where we expected to be, in part because we haven't seen all the people we'd figured we would see by now (SCA members, for instance -- not helped by Colin being sick yesterday so we missed archery, waah!), in part because in all honesty, none of us are salespeople. I an my wedding party tend to have small circles of friends, most of whom we have in common. And when I tried to get hold of other more distant people, I did it with a bulk BCC message, which I guess isn't the best way to make people feel wanted individually (though they are) but it was almost 1:00 AM when I did it, and the effort of multiple separate notes seemed daunting with a longing for sleep looming, and I felt, rightly or wrongly, that I didn't want it to wait even one more day.
One of my bridesmaids' responses to the slow ticket sales was "Repeat after me: This is a last minute town". Which is true. Doesn't make those times before the last minutes when all looks ready to fall apart any less hairy. I'm not good at organizing, and I'm very good at procrastinating, so when I try doing something organized and absent of procrastination, I tend to get a bit haywire even when it's generally going well.
It is going mostly well, I have to say. Although not so well as if we knew people like Marilyn Manson whose presence will cause some people to arrive out of sheer astonishment and curiosity. (This is not a random example. I just heard of a Winnipeg Social happening later this year where he'll be likely to be present. Go figure. It's one thing to know about the six degrees of separation thing, another to be able to trace a coherent four-degree line between me and Marilyn Manson. Actually, I find it kind of creepy, which I know is a response to his image not his actual self, but hey, he picked the image.)
On the plus side, we've had better response in general to getting raffle prizes for same than I'd really anticipated. The Folk Fest just gave my mom two day passes (She asked in my stead because while we're both long-time volunteers, I'm the one who wrote the two-page letter of complaint about the inexcusable camping situation last year). The Theatre Centre only gave us T-shirts, not tickets or Fringe Fest passes, but it's still better than I'd expected (I suppose refusing a 12-year volunteer *entirely* smacks of sheer bad manners).
On the other plus side, our production manager just came up here and gave me a bundle of frozen pickerel for no reason (A customer apparantly gifted him with some). Okay. This I can live with.
Also a plus: I've actually had some sleep of a night. That wasn't so last week.
Also a plus: Got another scene done somewhere in the crazed phone calls and running about of the weekend. Admittedly, half rewrite, half new. Still. And the next one is going to be much fun, sice it's the brand-new bit. Short, but I hope it has some power.
Off to re-try wedding dress - my first honest-to-dog fitting isn't for 3 weeks, but I need any lingerie picked out by then, so I need to see what's required under the dress (Truth be told, not much, I suspect, and boys, get your mind back where it belongs...) versus what would simply be nice to have.
Soon, I promise, I'll write a short and/or coherent entry that isn't just catching up on what i ahven and haven't accomplished and or gotten neurotic about.
So if I hadn't commented on something that seems obvious to remark upon (Like, say, the song I'm listening to now as posted by
musicmutt or snark upon (Like, say jeffheikkinen's remarks about bad J-pop, or rather, the bit about how it is physically impossible for him not to say something about music he dislikes). There's why.One new project they gave me is one which includes some bits that are all but impossible to make sense of. Like, for instance, needing approval numbers for all our vendors from a government site which only covers 1/4 of the TYPES of materials those vendors provide. Say what? How exactly does this work? The underlying project is supposed to mean that the people in charge of health and fod know exactly everything that ever ever comes remotely near our bread. Which sounds reasonable, but some of the particular ways they've chosen to do things pass my bureaucratic tolerances, and while I like cutting through red tape wherever possible (I think everyone does), I can and will tolerate it if its purpose is clear and logical and applied logically. This is the first two, but not the third. The application is nonsensical.
That said, I still have to finish the project some time soonish. Or those parts of it that I can.
I'm also still running an ongoing low-level fret about how many social tickets are and are not sold. We're way below where we expected to be, in part because we haven't seen all the people we'd figured we would see by now (SCA members, for instance -- not helped by Colin being sick yesterday so we missed archery, waah!), in part because in all honesty, none of us are salespeople. I an my wedding party tend to have small circles of friends, most of whom we have in common. And when I tried to get hold of other more distant people, I did it with a bulk BCC message, which I guess isn't the best way to make people feel wanted individually (though they are) but it was almost 1:00 AM when I did it, and the effort of multiple separate notes seemed daunting with a longing for sleep looming, and I felt, rightly or wrongly, that I didn't want it to wait even one more day.
One of my bridesmaids' responses to the slow ticket sales was "Repeat after me: This is a last minute town". Which is true. Doesn't make those times before the last minutes when all looks ready to fall apart any less hairy. I'm not good at organizing, and I'm very good at procrastinating, so when I try doing something organized and absent of procrastination, I tend to get a bit haywire even when it's generally going well.
It is going mostly well, I have to say. Although not so well as if we knew people like Marilyn Manson whose presence will cause some people to arrive out of sheer astonishment and curiosity. (This is not a random example. I just heard of a Winnipeg Social happening later this year where he'll be likely to be present. Go figure. It's one thing to know about the six degrees of separation thing, another to be able to trace a coherent four-degree line between me and Marilyn Manson. Actually, I find it kind of creepy, which I know is a response to his image not his actual self, but hey, he picked the image.)
On the plus side, we've had better response in general to getting raffle prizes for same than I'd really anticipated. The Folk Fest just gave my mom two day passes (She asked in my stead because while we're both long-time volunteers, I'm the one who wrote the two-page letter of complaint about the inexcusable camping situation last year). The Theatre Centre only gave us T-shirts, not tickets or Fringe Fest passes, but it's still better than I'd expected (I suppose refusing a 12-year volunteer *entirely* smacks of sheer bad manners).
On the other plus side, our production manager just came up here and gave me a bundle of frozen pickerel for no reason (A customer apparantly gifted him with some). Okay. This I can live with.
Also a plus: I've actually had some sleep of a night. That wasn't so last week.
Also a plus: Got another scene done somewhere in the crazed phone calls and running about of the weekend. Admittedly, half rewrite, half new. Still. And the next one is going to be much fun, sice it's the brand-new bit. Short, but I hope it has some power.
Off to re-try wedding dress - my first honest-to-dog fitting isn't for 3 weeks, but I need any lingerie picked out by then, so I need to see what's required under the dress (Truth be told, not much, I suspect, and boys, get your mind back where it belongs...) versus what would simply be nice to have.
Soon, I promise, I'll write a short and/or coherent entry that isn't just catching up on what i ahven and haven't accomplished and or gotten neurotic about.
