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The Slow Day After...

I'm going to miss another day at the rate things are going... It's already after 10pm, and I feel like I spent most of my afternoon baking cookies for Cheryl. I'm tired enough to call it a night right now, but I'd like to at least have a proper shower first, and other fun things like that. The furmeet was yesterday though, so surely I should at least have something specific to say about it, right? Unfortunately, I can really only recall bits and pieces at the moment...

a. Watching unsuspecting people eat a handful or more of cinnamon jellybeans continues to be amusing. Later on in the evening, I had enough picked out to fill about half of one of the plastic cups we had (about 20 jellybeans), and one of the other people sitting up at the counter was encouraged to eat them all at once. They did, but it's endlessly hilarious seeing their expression turn from calm to concerned to red-faced and sweaty. I was very nearly in tears, but my one regret is that I didn't film it. Maybe next time...

b. Right at the beginning of the day, once people started to arrive, Dan's other guest randomly asked him "So, can I be staff as well?". Dan didn't hear him at first, so the question was repeated, and I was a little surprised, but took a certain amount of satisfaction in hearing him say "Well, not yet", followed by "Karadur's been here a few times, so he knows what to do". Why do I like that? For being part of the in group, I suppose. Dan, Bungee, and I were the only staff there, so it was a pretty small group (Peromyscus did show up later in the evening, but mostly just talked to people), but it still felt the same.

c. If there's one thing that's going to change from being here this time, it's having an awareness of what other people might think of me. So far, two different people (both guys, for whatever difference that makes) have told me I am cute / the majority of furries would think I'm cute, but what I appreciated more was what Lizardboy (somebody who mostly hung out around the counter as well) said. Suffice it to say, apparently the way I act directly gives away that I am shy, and telling somebody that I'd only take my chair back if they were alright with standing up means that I am a "gentleman". I like that, and really, I notice certain differences in how I act compared to how other people act. Almost everybody at the meet yesterday were relatively free of any inhibitions, and here I am, just kind of keeping to myself and doing my thing as per the role I had of being staff. You know what? I'm fine with that.

d. To sum this one up before I even start it, being trusted really is a nice thing. As before, I'm not trying to say that I don't think I'm deserving of trust, but being allowed to carry on cleaning the first part of the party room on my own while Dan goes upstairs to sleep is something that hasn't happened before. By that point, it was ~4 in the morning, and we'd already been up and downstairs several times dealing with TVs and carts full of random items and cakes and people needing to stay the night because of all the snow, so Dan was understandably tired, having also had very little sleep the night before, due to being stressed. He still layed on the couch while I swept and mopped though, and it was another good half hour before he finally went upstairs, leaving just Peromyscus and I down there. We headed up around 5:30, but I realized I forgot to dump the garbage, so I went down to do that, and took the time to make sure everything looked alright afterward. I really like to help out, and to that end, I want to do the best job I can~

On that note though, it's 11:30, and I still want to have a shower, so I should probably do that now. I still don't know what time I'll be awake until, but I'd like to be ready for bed whenever I get there. It should be especially nice tonight due to things being just as they are~

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