Off-hand notes from an off-hand person
Special soles, and walking with a cane for eight to ten months. So on Wednesday, I went and got myself an oak cane and a top hat. If I have to use a cane, it’s going to look good, and I might as well go out in style.
It appears I’ve arranged my last LAN party.
Our story begins yesterday, Thursday the 15th. I had just been informed that we were due to start preparations for our winter holiday LAN party (Saturday-Wednesday) on Friday at 10 o’clock, when my co-admin had finished at work. This was far too late, so I called him and made arrangements to pick the keys to the school we’re arranging it at up earlier. It should’ve been obvious to me then, that he hated having control wrested from him like that. But I didn’t care at that point — we couldn’t start arrangements 12 hours before we were supposed to open the doors!
Today, it continued. At four o’clock, my younger brother, Kenneth, and I started shuffling tables around so people would have somewhere to sit. A couple of hours later, our crew showed up — four more people to help us lay out power lines, work on networking, suchlike. Fast-forward another four hours. My co-chief shows up — only to point out that nothing is done to his satisfaction, and that everything will need to be redone. Now, at this point, my heels were aching (more about that in another post later) and I had finally managed to get on top of the bucking bronco that is a volunteer arrangement. Only to basically be told to get off it.
I left. Frankly, I’m not being paid highly enough to have that thrown in my face. Not to mention not being paid anything at all for the actual setup, only for the actual LAN itself. Three years of what I thought was cooperation, only to realise he’s been a prick about it all along.