My surgery is done. I’m no longer going to be dealing with that medical issue except the bills. I do not struggle with money but maybe that will be a new thing. My stepfather’s illness was resolved a couple of months ago though we are still dealing with his death.
A truly sad and turning point, Sam is dying. Sam, or my car, has major strut damage up front and some in the back. My stepbro is a mechanic and said something about the torque something is going bad. I’m going to get a new car. It hurts. I have only owned Sam and I’m not ready to let go. Also, a new car equals more debt.
My great roommate moved out at the end of June. I’m living with a new girl I meet from Craigslist. She is moving all her furniture in right now. My house has this sweet set up with three couches in a triangle. There is a TV breaking up the triangle because I wanted to play video games as I got better. The TV is going to storage soon. The triangle will soon be broken. My roommate has quite a bit of furniture so this means the house will need to be rearranged. It needs to anyway because we need to come to an arrangement that pleases both of us. People relax so much more in the environment if they have some say. It becomes their home.
I no longer have my job. They scheduled me for four hours next week. Umm, thanks. It is a good thing. I have applications for being a substitute to feel out but that would not start until August. I was going to milk the Hilton a bit longer but I will need a different second job. It is okay. I am too bitter. This will also give me the time to do the research on starting my own pet sitting business.
I have a date tomorrow with an online guy. I’m doing the modified four man plan again! I’m really just trying out my options. I am hoping to have a date with a different guy soon as well. I cut ties with the ex. We have no contact and it is a great thing.
I’m writing! I posted 9 blogs in June and hope to keep it around that number for July. I’m writing poetry and I might start working on my short stories. I’m also doing research on journals that I can send my poetry to.
I have a new gaming group.
I’m working another con. I know. I questioned the wisdom of working Phoenix Con but I am working Sabo an anime con. I am the vendor room manager. It seems like even more responsibility, but the contacts I make will be great! Also, I have all these con friends that I usually only see at cons so that is fun.
Apparently it is time for change. I’m glad. I was done with where I was at.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Phoenix Comicon – Part 3 the slow appearance of my muse
Saturday started off surprisingly. My partner at Check In, Mari, got sick so I jumped in for her. I was disappointed because I missed the panels on steampunk. I had checked the gentlemen that were running the panel in the day before and they invited me to stop by. I enjoy steam punk. I read Girl Genius and Freak Angels (just started that web comic in the last week). The gentlemen also made jokes and seemed a lively bunch. They invited me to a steampunk convention in Tucson. I will not be able to attend that convention because of lack of funds.
My brother showed up again even though he was not the biggest fan of comic conventions. He came to hang out with me. He is such a sweetheart. (I accidentally wrote sweatheart. I need to figure out what that would be). He followed me around as I could not figure out what I wanted to do. I ran into some of my friends from The Gamer Society at ASU. We lost them for a while but ran into them again when Roy and I sat in a writing panel about fantastical creatures other than vampires and werewolves. Of course, vampires and werewolves were mentioned by the audience several times. I stared at the writers while aspiring to be like them.
The best thing happened! The day before, my brother and I wandered the convention trying to find a place that fit. The anime rooms were fun but not that interesting. The video game rooms were okay. We walked into the board gaming room. The energy or the vibe just fit. We strutted around the room peering at all the different games. We did not have time to play though. We walked across the hall to the drawing room and glanced in. People drew and colored quietly at desks. I felt like exploring so I strode into the room and stopped four paces in. This sense of horror came over me. I do not know why. The only sound was the slight scratching of pens and a mummer or two. My bro and I backed out.
“It is all perspective,” I told my brother. “We do not fit but an artist, let’s say Rachel, would be drawn to that room. Rachel would just end up in that room.” Now back to Saturday, the group of us had run into each other at the writing panel. Andrew, Jessica, and Rachel wanted to go to the exhibitor hall to buy books and talk to the writers. The writing panel was at an end of a hall so we all marched toward the lobby past the art room. Andrew asked “Where’s Rachel?” I looked back and saw Rachel suddenly veering into that room (think the scene from Dawn of the Dead where the zombie is chasing his wife and suddenly turns to eat the neighbor). We went back to collect her. We asked what happened. She said, “I saw the room and just came in.” She totally forgot her mission. I called it! That was the best thing.
Later in the day, my brother decided to go home. I hugged him and sat down to eat. I got called back to the convention center because the two other staff members at registration were not feeling well. It turned out great! I was technically in charge but another higher ranking member took control. This meant I got to go to Masquerade with Arthur. I also created my outfit for Geek Prom. I cut pieces from my gold sheath dress and made a wrist band. I was completely irresponsible and let the volunteers do it all the work. It was night so they registered like three people. I then ran over to the Geek Prom. Josh, a giant security gent, was my date. We hung out a bit awkwardly. I stared to dance and he later joined me. I later went to the Anime rave. I so adore techno music. The beat reeves me up. I play bass because I love rhythm. I thrill to techno music for the same reason. Josh joined me but looked decidedly uncomfortable standing in one spot so we left early. He walked me to my car and I went home.
On Sunday, I did not have to work! I went to writer panels and just thought about how I wanted to be up there. I want to write a book or stories, and then talk to people about my work and writing in general. Rachel and I wandered the exhibitor halls where I delved into her plans for the future. She was planning on going to graduate school and I tried to convince her not to. I told her the best thing was to get experience. I said we should talk to the artists here. Rachel was very uncomfortable with that so I became her translator! Okay, I engaged the conversation. It was easy. Artists have a common ground. I told her we would walk around until she saw art she liked. Rachel has a great eye. She chose a guy who is well known in the comic world. She then wanted to go talk to writers because they are charming. (That could be me one day.) We chatted up a dude until he suddenly dashed away. He was giving Felicia Day his book and getting something signed so I understand.
I went to Happy Hour with Wil Wheaton and John Scalzi (It is a panel not a bar time). I bought his book Android’s Dream the day before. Scalzi rocks. He is so creative. He also tells funny stories about bacon. Wil and John revealed the awesome Pegasus unicorn kitty picture – too funny. The day then ended with a group of us from TGS eating out. We talked about writing and creating. I found out Andrew and Rachel plan on starting a web comic. I hope they do because it sounds interesting.
Every comic con ends with me being inspired by writers. This lead to me doing my weekly blog so thanks to those writers.
My brother showed up again even though he was not the biggest fan of comic conventions. He came to hang out with me. He is such a sweetheart. (I accidentally wrote sweatheart. I need to figure out what that would be). He followed me around as I could not figure out what I wanted to do. I ran into some of my friends from The Gamer Society at ASU. We lost them for a while but ran into them again when Roy and I sat in a writing panel about fantastical creatures other than vampires and werewolves. Of course, vampires and werewolves were mentioned by the audience several times. I stared at the writers while aspiring to be like them.
The best thing happened! The day before, my brother and I wandered the convention trying to find a place that fit. The anime rooms were fun but not that interesting. The video game rooms were okay. We walked into the board gaming room. The energy or the vibe just fit. We strutted around the room peering at all the different games. We did not have time to play though. We walked across the hall to the drawing room and glanced in. People drew and colored quietly at desks. I felt like exploring so I strode into the room and stopped four paces in. This sense of horror came over me. I do not know why. The only sound was the slight scratching of pens and a mummer or two. My bro and I backed out.
“It is all perspective,” I told my brother. “We do not fit but an artist, let’s say Rachel, would be drawn to that room. Rachel would just end up in that room.” Now back to Saturday, the group of us had run into each other at the writing panel. Andrew, Jessica, and Rachel wanted to go to the exhibitor hall to buy books and talk to the writers. The writing panel was at an end of a hall so we all marched toward the lobby past the art room. Andrew asked “Where’s Rachel?” I looked back and saw Rachel suddenly veering into that room (think the scene from Dawn of the Dead where the zombie is chasing his wife and suddenly turns to eat the neighbor). We went back to collect her. We asked what happened. She said, “I saw the room and just came in.” She totally forgot her mission. I called it! That was the best thing.
Later in the day, my brother decided to go home. I hugged him and sat down to eat. I got called back to the convention center because the two other staff members at registration were not feeling well. It turned out great! I was technically in charge but another higher ranking member took control. This meant I got to go to Masquerade with Arthur. I also created my outfit for Geek Prom. I cut pieces from my gold sheath dress and made a wrist band. I was completely irresponsible and let the volunteers do it all the work. It was night so they registered like three people. I then ran over to the Geek Prom. Josh, a giant security gent, was my date. We hung out a bit awkwardly. I stared to dance and he later joined me. I later went to the Anime rave. I so adore techno music. The beat reeves me up. I play bass because I love rhythm. I thrill to techno music for the same reason. Josh joined me but looked decidedly uncomfortable standing in one spot so we left early. He walked me to my car and I went home.
On Sunday, I did not have to work! I went to writer panels and just thought about how I wanted to be up there. I want to write a book or stories, and then talk to people about my work and writing in general. Rachel and I wandered the exhibitor halls where I delved into her plans for the future. She was planning on going to graduate school and I tried to convince her not to. I told her the best thing was to get experience. I said we should talk to the artists here. Rachel was very uncomfortable with that so I became her translator! Okay, I engaged the conversation. It was easy. Artists have a common ground. I told her we would walk around until she saw art she liked. Rachel has a great eye. She chose a guy who is well known in the comic world. She then wanted to go talk to writers because they are charming. (That could be me one day.) We chatted up a dude until he suddenly dashed away. He was giving Felicia Day his book and getting something signed so I understand.
I went to Happy Hour with Wil Wheaton and John Scalzi (It is a panel not a bar time). I bought his book Android’s Dream the day before. Scalzi rocks. He is so creative. He also tells funny stories about bacon. Wil and John revealed the awesome Pegasus unicorn kitty picture – too funny. The day then ended with a group of us from TGS eating out. We talked about writing and creating. I found out Andrew and Rachel plan on starting a web comic. I hope they do because it sounds interesting.
Every comic con ends with me being inspired by writers. This lead to me doing my weekly blog so thanks to those writers.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Surgery
My mom drove me to the Piper Surgery Center a few days ago. The first nurse or technician did not warn me or my mother that pre-op was starting. I gave a urine sample, suddenly was told to take off my clothes, and then I was lying in a hospital bed all by myself. When I asked the woman the plan earlier, she said it would just be a moment and I would not need my books. I wish I had put up more resistance. I wish I had said "You will tell me what is going on and I will get my books which will more effectively distract me than TV (I did not watch TV)". The woman also got me to lay there by saying that my mother would be allowed in a moment.
I laid there. The tears started to leak out. I watched nurses walk by through the small opening in the curtain. My mother did not come and it had been like two minutes or forever in hospital terms. I spoke up. I got a nurse's attention and she told me my mother would not be let back until certain activities happened. I was displeased. The nurse walked away and I started to cry again. My nurse walked in a moment later. Renee always seemed to know. The moment I would cry she would check on me so I would then stifle it in. She asked questions and put the IV in. My mother showed up early. That lovely woman had just stood in front of the counter until they gave in. Stubbornness runs in the family.
The anesthesiologist was nice. My mother left at some point. I think it was when the anesthesiologist was putting the blue hair net on my head. Both the nurse and the anesthesiologist told me that my eyes matched the hair net and the gowns. Yes, I was still pretty while in a hospital bed. They turned the bed toward the door.
I then woke up from a dream to Linda smiling over me. I felt great. Linda assured me, "The surgery went great". It was that easy. My uterus was intact as well as my ovaries. Woot! Linda was sweet and chatted with me. I asked if I could walk. I also asked if I could have ice cream - several times. She told me that I could walk to my room but I decided to ride in the bed because when will I be able to do that again? I was so drugged up. The ride was so short in my memory but later I found out the recovery room was on a different floor.
I have spent my time recovering. My mother spent copious of time with me in the hospital which made me feel great. My aunt Shirley gave me pretty sunflowers and Carla also visited. Roy stayed with me till nine at night. That night was hard. I could not sleep so I read from like 1am to 5am. I got progressively grumpier. My eyes turned into dark pits. I came home and became happy. I slept, petted my cats, checked facebook, petted my cats, slept, and played video games.
I will make some quick points. Pre-op sucked (otherwise known as the night before, Dun Dun Dunh). I drank a laxative. I also gave myself an enema and douche. Blahh. That sucked. It sucked going to CVS and buying supplies. I have now experienced these activities and hope never to do it again. I also know I do not have AIDS or Hep C. I did two other things before the operation. I had acupuncture. He recommended I do some polarity. I did it with a new person and I still have trouble describing it. Some of you would call it hippy medicine. During it, I was unsure but it helped my surgery immensely. If you have surgery, do it. I have a guy.
I also know my blood type. It is O negative just like my father and brother. This knowledge is part of the debt I went into to get this fibroid out. I owe so much money! A shallow point, my stomach is flatter so I paid thousands to be skinner. That is fine. My mom is my financial support. I'm feeling better than I have a long time.
I laid there. The tears started to leak out. I watched nurses walk by through the small opening in the curtain. My mother did not come and it had been like two minutes or forever in hospital terms. I spoke up. I got a nurse's attention and she told me my mother would not be let back until certain activities happened. I was displeased. The nurse walked away and I started to cry again. My nurse walked in a moment later. Renee always seemed to know. The moment I would cry she would check on me so I would then stifle it in. She asked questions and put the IV in. My mother showed up early. That lovely woman had just stood in front of the counter until they gave in. Stubbornness runs in the family.
The anesthesiologist was nice. My mother left at some point. I think it was when the anesthesiologist was putting the blue hair net on my head. Both the nurse and the anesthesiologist told me that my eyes matched the hair net and the gowns. Yes, I was still pretty while in a hospital bed. They turned the bed toward the door.
I then woke up from a dream to Linda smiling over me. I felt great. Linda assured me, "The surgery went great". It was that easy. My uterus was intact as well as my ovaries. Woot! Linda was sweet and chatted with me. I asked if I could walk. I also asked if I could have ice cream - several times. She told me that I could walk to my room but I decided to ride in the bed because when will I be able to do that again? I was so drugged up. The ride was so short in my memory but later I found out the recovery room was on a different floor.
I have spent my time recovering. My mother spent copious of time with me in the hospital which made me feel great. My aunt Shirley gave me pretty sunflowers and Carla also visited. Roy stayed with me till nine at night. That night was hard. I could not sleep so I read from like 1am to 5am. I got progressively grumpier. My eyes turned into dark pits. I came home and became happy. I slept, petted my cats, checked facebook, petted my cats, slept, and played video games.
I will make some quick points. Pre-op sucked (otherwise known as the night before, Dun Dun Dunh). I drank a laxative. I also gave myself an enema and douche. Blahh. That sucked. It sucked going to CVS and buying supplies. I have now experienced these activities and hope never to do it again. I also know I do not have AIDS or Hep C. I did two other things before the operation. I had acupuncture. He recommended I do some polarity. I did it with a new person and I still have trouble describing it. Some of you would call it hippy medicine. During it, I was unsure but it helped my surgery immensely. If you have surgery, do it. I have a guy.
I also know my blood type. It is O negative just like my father and brother. This knowledge is part of the debt I went into to get this fibroid out. I owe so much money! A shallow point, my stomach is flatter so I paid thousands to be skinner. That is fine. My mom is my financial support. I'm feeling better than I have a long time.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Culmination
My fibroid surgery is tomorrow. For the past few weeks, I have been scared and then excited. I then worried about money and back to excited. My emotions have been going around and around. Last night, a co-worker asked, “Why do you need the surgery? Couldn’t you live with it?”
I asked myself that question several times over the past 10 months. I know I could live with it because I have been. That question leads a different one. Do I want children? I don’t know anymore. I have said yes many times in the past. I do not know now. I want the option of children.
Why have the surgery now?
At this very moment, I am exhausted. My period started yesterday and I have been bleeding heavily since. Before my chemical menopause, I would bleed for two weeks and so much. It sucked. I could put on a new pad, ride my bike for 15 minutes, and suddenly I had bleed through my pad and my jeans. My energy drained out of me as the blood did.
I am going into debt for the first time in my life. I have visions of me bleeding out on the table or having other risks from the surgery. I did my research and chose a great surgeon. I have time and support now. My family is amazing. I am tired of waiting.
I feel like I am making this surgery too big of a deal. That’s okay. I have learned and next medical dilemma or life crisis, I will know how to roll with it better. Tomorrow, my fibroid comes out. Today, I am chugging magnesium citrate (a laxative for the big day). When I feel better, I am going out dancing. I will figure out this whole traveling thing and I will flirt like no other.
P.S. The Phoenix Comicon series is almost complete and I will have the last one up by the end of the week.
Peace Yo
I asked myself that question several times over the past 10 months. I know I could live with it because I have been. That question leads a different one. Do I want children? I don’t know anymore. I have said yes many times in the past. I do not know now. I want the option of children.
Why have the surgery now?
At this very moment, I am exhausted. My period started yesterday and I have been bleeding heavily since. Before my chemical menopause, I would bleed for two weeks and so much. It sucked. I could put on a new pad, ride my bike for 15 minutes, and suddenly I had bleed through my pad and my jeans. My energy drained out of me as the blood did.
I am going into debt for the first time in my life. I have visions of me bleeding out on the table or having other risks from the surgery. I did my research and chose a great surgeon. I have time and support now. My family is amazing. I am tired of waiting.
I feel like I am making this surgery too big of a deal. That’s okay. I have learned and next medical dilemma or life crisis, I will know how to roll with it better. Tomorrow, my fibroid comes out. Today, I am chugging magnesium citrate (a laxative for the big day). When I feel better, I am going out dancing. I will figure out this whole traveling thing and I will flirt like no other.
P.S. The Phoenix Comicon series is almost complete and I will have the last one up by the end of the week.
Peace Yo
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Phoenix Comicon - Part Two the Fun Attack
I also played at Comicon! On Wednesday or set up day, I went out to eat with a group of staff members at Alice Cooperstown. Two women shared the giant hot dog and yes, immature jokes were made. I asked a gent to Geek Prom with me because I was asking everyone. He said no at first. I have no memory of what I did Thursday night. That is the preview night. Most professionals, staff, and volunteer check in that day so I had a blast hurriedly handing out badges. I do remember that gent saying that he was taking me to Greek Prom. Twenty minutes later, he told me he had bought the tickets and then he kept on walking. I glanced in his direction. Was this a date? I was not sure but had to get back to my station.
My bro Roy showed up on Friday. He was such a trooper. He got one of my free passes but I roped him into helping me with Check In Will Call. We got some free time and rushed over to see the panel about Space. It was only about our solar system. It was so boring and yet it brought up my old yearning. Space remains a viable way of living the books and stories I read when young. My ultimate dream is space. I’m not sure what my role will be but I will be involved in one way or another.
After the lecture on space, my brother and I wander through the exhibition hall. We went back to my station. When I had to leave, he ran it all by himself for a bit and he became a volunteer. It was not the most official route but it made no real difference since he was getting a free badge anyway.
My friend Rebecca had got the other pass and showed up that day as well. My brother and I wanted to see the panel about being a voice actor in video games. Okay, truthfully, I wanted to see it and my brother wanted to hang out with me because he is amazing. Rebecca showed up with a friend and said they would meet up with us in Wil Wheaton’s Awesome Hour. It was right by my station so I went and listened. You know what I found out? Wil Wheaton is pretty dang awesome. It did not matter. Roy and I had a mission. We made it to the voice actor panel! It was rather boring. We decided back to Wil Wheaton! It was a great decision.
Later, Roy and I headed over to the Hyatt to eat at the staff lounge. Right in front, zombies were gathering. The zombie walk was in an hour. The best part was that people had dressed up as the Phoenix ambassadors (people wearing the orange shirts and helpfully tell you what is going on in downtown Phoenix) who had been attacked and turned into zombies. I turned grumpy and sullen so my brother said I needed to eat. We saw people gaming on the second floor so of course we had to stop. We had gamed with them before so we started a game of Bang!
We almost missed the walk! We stopped halfway through the game and dashed down the stairs. We saw people milling but the zombies had walked on. We ran across the street and through a building, and saw the lights from the Blockbuster vehicle. Behind that car, a group of snarling and screaming zombies jumped on some people. Oh hell, that situation felt real.
Would I just stand there and think it was a funny act if a real zombie attack happened? I hope not.
I took a step back because I did not want to be jumped. It was all okay. It was really just people dressed up as zombies having fun. The start of the walk was a bit terrifying. Near the end, Raccoon police surrounded two female zombies. Each zombie had a stick attached to their neck so the police could lead them on with out getting bit. The zombie females’ bosoms heaved out of their ripped T-shirts as they stalked toward prey. Then they were pulled back by the Raccoon police (get the Resident evil reference?).
The people dressed up as Phoenix ambassadors were really Phoenix ambassadors! Those badasses dressed up for the event. Amazing folk. People stared stunned and confused from bars and restaurants as zombies milled about or screamingly reached through bars toward the living. One of the Phoenix ambassadors stared into a restaurant like it was a buffet. She just stood there and stared. Then she snarled and leaned closer to the glass. A kid inside screamed and ran. We all laughed. It was a bit mean but also a lot hilarious.
I ended the night by checking on my people. Roy and I covered someone so they could take a break. Rebecca stopped by and gave back her pass. She felt sick and was not staying for Wil Wheaton’s Rock band (that guy is seriously cool). At first, my mood soured from disappointment but then my brother pointed out something obvious. “You are exhausted. Go home.” I did.
My bro Roy showed up on Friday. He was such a trooper. He got one of my free passes but I roped him into helping me with Check In Will Call. We got some free time and rushed over to see the panel about Space. It was only about our solar system. It was so boring and yet it brought up my old yearning. Space remains a viable way of living the books and stories I read when young. My ultimate dream is space. I’m not sure what my role will be but I will be involved in one way or another.
After the lecture on space, my brother and I wander through the exhibition hall. We went back to my station. When I had to leave, he ran it all by himself for a bit and he became a volunteer. It was not the most official route but it made no real difference since he was getting a free badge anyway.
My friend Rebecca had got the other pass and showed up that day as well. My brother and I wanted to see the panel about being a voice actor in video games. Okay, truthfully, I wanted to see it and my brother wanted to hang out with me because he is amazing. Rebecca showed up with a friend and said they would meet up with us in Wil Wheaton’s Awesome Hour. It was right by my station so I went and listened. You know what I found out? Wil Wheaton is pretty dang awesome. It did not matter. Roy and I had a mission. We made it to the voice actor panel! It was rather boring. We decided back to Wil Wheaton! It was a great decision.
Later, Roy and I headed over to the Hyatt to eat at the staff lounge. Right in front, zombies were gathering. The zombie walk was in an hour. The best part was that people had dressed up as the Phoenix ambassadors (people wearing the orange shirts and helpfully tell you what is going on in downtown Phoenix) who had been attacked and turned into zombies. I turned grumpy and sullen so my brother said I needed to eat. We saw people gaming on the second floor so of course we had to stop. We had gamed with them before so we started a game of Bang!
We almost missed the walk! We stopped halfway through the game and dashed down the stairs. We saw people milling but the zombies had walked on. We ran across the street and through a building, and saw the lights from the Blockbuster vehicle. Behind that car, a group of snarling and screaming zombies jumped on some people. Oh hell, that situation felt real.
Would I just stand there and think it was a funny act if a real zombie attack happened? I hope not.
I took a step back because I did not want to be jumped. It was all okay. It was really just people dressed up as zombies having fun. The start of the walk was a bit terrifying. Near the end, Raccoon police surrounded two female zombies. Each zombie had a stick attached to their neck so the police could lead them on with out getting bit. The zombie females’ bosoms heaved out of their ripped T-shirts as they stalked toward prey. Then they were pulled back by the Raccoon police (get the Resident evil reference?).
The people dressed up as Phoenix ambassadors were really Phoenix ambassadors! Those badasses dressed up for the event. Amazing folk. People stared stunned and confused from bars and restaurants as zombies milled about or screamingly reached through bars toward the living. One of the Phoenix ambassadors stared into a restaurant like it was a buffet. She just stood there and stared. Then she snarled and leaned closer to the glass. A kid inside screamed and ran. We all laughed. It was a bit mean but also a lot hilarious.
I ended the night by checking on my people. Roy and I covered someone so they could take a break. Rebecca stopped by and gave back her pass. She felt sick and was not staying for Wil Wheaton’s Rock band (that guy is seriously cool). At first, my mood soured from disappointment but then my brother pointed out something obvious. “You are exhausted. Go home.” I did.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Phoenix Comicon - All work
I worked Comicon this year as a staff member. Last year, I was a lowly volunteer. I’m kidding about the lowly because volunteers are so important. This is something I knew, but I truly learned their importance this year. I enjoy comic conventions, but not enough to pay for with money. I pay with time. Last year, I got bored during con so decided I could increase my responsibility.
I went to staff meetings beforehand. There was good food and I met new people. I sent tedious emails. I also responded to emails and voicemails. It was fun. Okay, the tedious emails were boring, but using my brain differently than serving was good. I took five days off from my serving job to work con but really, I look for reasons to take off from work.
The reasons I go to comic conventions –
Look at costumes
Look at celebrities (only look at. I walk by, get a bit giddy, and walk on.)
Talk to people I only see at conventions but I love them, so great times
Hang out with my friends
Listen to panels about writing and voice acting
Talk to writers
Stare at writers during panels and think “that is what I want to do”
I’m starting to self identify as a writer so next year I might pay and not be involved with the running of the convention at all. This is because I do not go to conventions to check people in the whole time at Check In Will Call for professionals, staff, volunteers, and media. When it was crazy on Thursday afternoon, I was excited. I love having nonstop issues and people to deal with. I am not the person you go to when it is slow. I also saw so many people I knew from other places like two attractive co-workers from my time at Bookman’s. I wished I had time to flirt with them more.
I was scheduled for 12 hours to work on Saturday. Uh, No. I negotiated not working that many hours at con, but I’m highly competent and manage my health including stress levels very well. This means that when people start to get sick or stressed out, I was called. I started to get annoyed. I trained so many volunteers to do my position. I have an eye and sense on who can be trusted and can think. Once I got my position covered, I would be asked to step in for a second elsewhere. It was never a second.
If this blog was written right after con, I would have told everyone that I was never working this convention again. I am unsure now. I do not want to work registration. I have the skills to do that job and I desire to learn new skills. I’m volunteering my time so I can expand my knowledge. I still enjoyed con. My brother is simply amazing. We attended many panels together and walked with the zombies. Phoenix Comicon - Part Two the Fun Attack will be coming soon to a screen near you.
I went to staff meetings beforehand. There was good food and I met new people. I sent tedious emails. I also responded to emails and voicemails. It was fun. Okay, the tedious emails were boring, but using my brain differently than serving was good. I took five days off from my serving job to work con but really, I look for reasons to take off from work.
The reasons I go to comic conventions –
Look at costumes
Look at celebrities (only look at. I walk by, get a bit giddy, and walk on.)
Talk to people I only see at conventions but I love them, so great times
Hang out with my friends
Listen to panels about writing and voice acting
Talk to writers
Stare at writers during panels and think “that is what I want to do”
I’m starting to self identify as a writer so next year I might pay and not be involved with the running of the convention at all. This is because I do not go to conventions to check people in the whole time at Check In Will Call for professionals, staff, volunteers, and media. When it was crazy on Thursday afternoon, I was excited. I love having nonstop issues and people to deal with. I am not the person you go to when it is slow. I also saw so many people I knew from other places like two attractive co-workers from my time at Bookman’s. I wished I had time to flirt with them more.
I was scheduled for 12 hours to work on Saturday. Uh, No. I negotiated not working that many hours at con, but I’m highly competent and manage my health including stress levels very well. This means that when people start to get sick or stressed out, I was called. I started to get annoyed. I trained so many volunteers to do my position. I have an eye and sense on who can be trusted and can think. Once I got my position covered, I would be asked to step in for a second elsewhere. It was never a second.
If this blog was written right after con, I would have told everyone that I was never working this convention again. I am unsure now. I do not want to work registration. I have the skills to do that job and I desire to learn new skills. I’m volunteering my time so I can expand my knowledge. I still enjoyed con. My brother is simply amazing. We attended many panels together and walked with the zombies. Phoenix Comicon - Part Two the Fun Attack will be coming soon to a screen near you.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Catch up
Holy crap, I keep telling myself to breathe. My pre-op meeting for my surgery was today and I talked to their accounting person. There is a whole lot of not so fun things. I get to pay for and give myself an enema and douche the night before surgery. I also will probably owe about ten grand after the surgery. That is after insurance discounts and them paying 1000 of it. My plans for traveling will not be happening anytime soon. I just deeply sighed and almost cried.
I keep trying to tell myself that ten thousand is not that much. I have never bought a car or had to pay for my education with money (I paid more with time - studying and working for the University). Kids are expensive. It is starting now that is all.
I just do not want to feel stuck anymore. I stayed at my job when I should not have and I no longer want to be in Arizona. I want to experience a new place, but I will take this time to heal and grow. I will write and try to get published. I will try to figure out ways to earn money like actually starting the pet sitting job and becoming a substitute.
I'm also going into poor mood. I can no longer afford to eat out or pay for most things. I will go to the park and play. I won't go to the theater, but I will chip in for a rented movie. I will also go back to pretending I do not have a car. I will buy a bus pass and ride my bike which will make me think twice about going certain places. I will still play Powerball once a week or every other week because I can afford ten dollars a month to dream. Oh yeah, couponing here I come!
I keep trying to tell myself that ten thousand is not that much. I have never bought a car or had to pay for my education with money (I paid more with time - studying and working for the University). Kids are expensive. It is starting now that is all.
I just do not want to feel stuck anymore. I stayed at my job when I should not have and I no longer want to be in Arizona. I want to experience a new place, but I will take this time to heal and grow. I will write and try to get published. I will try to figure out ways to earn money like actually starting the pet sitting job and becoming a substitute.
I'm also going into poor mood. I can no longer afford to eat out or pay for most things. I will go to the park and play. I won't go to the theater, but I will chip in for a rented movie. I will also go back to pretending I do not have a car. I will buy a bus pass and ride my bike which will make me think twice about going certain places. I will still play Powerball once a week or every other week because I can afford ten dollars a month to dream. Oh yeah, couponing here I come!
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