Hmm… interesting topic to come off the top of my head. It’s also a good point of wondering where to start. I do want to keep this readable, so a play-by-play synopsis of my entire last year isn’t feasible. I’ll start back in… May of this year.
I was following up with Cocho to ask some questions about our friend Sam’s upcoming birthday after she had signed on to be one of our staff artists for MLP-MSP 3. We ended up going to Ichiban for her birthday dinner (which has since sadly closed ;__;) and I recall bringing her a tray of strawberries from the Minneapolis Farmer’s Market.
I wrote about the convention on my Twitter, at least I think I did… June was a long time ago (even though it was only 6 months ago)… needless to say, things went awry and not entirely according to plan. The important thing was that the attendees had fun, which is what matters.
Before I carry on with convention life, May when probably when I had finally had enough of working for my former employer. My car had just passed 150K miles, 85% of that simply driving for them, and the list of repairs had extended into the thousands of dollars. I started searching in earnest after I decided to drop my afternoon route–one that essentially had become whiplash with my 6:30 AM start–and working 10 hour days… or had it changed, I… I don’t even remember anymore. It took three more months to get out of there and into my current place of work, and I’ll tell you one thing right now: I do not miss getting up at 4:45 AM every weekday.
Back to convention times: I finally went to BronyCon! My friend Mike and I flew out to Baltimore and had a fantastic weekend at the largest MLP convention in the United States. Some of my behavior over the weekend was… not the best reflection of who I’ve become, although I think I still struggle with certain aspects of friendship and communication–especially in the last two weeks where I’ve been rather “distant” from those I call a friend. To sum up the experience…? Both overwhelming and underwhelming at the same time. I said a couple of times that I probably won’t go back there. Right now I’m waiting to see how 2017 works out with their new management team after the chairs stepped down. Might go in 2018, not sure yet.
Got back from BronyCon and redoubled my job search efforts. Couple of interviews that went nowhere; one of which was at the airport for a rental car company, another was for a local home grocery delivery company. In retrospect, I’m glad I didn’t get either of them because the hours at the second job would have been murder and the first job just wasn’t in line with my previous experience. In September, I got hired at my new employer.
I cannot tell you how happy I was to put in my one week’s notice for my former employer.
But, I digress! Back to life story time.
Working for my new employer has done me worlds of good. I think I’m starting to lose weight and am in a place where there is a good rapport and respect for everyone and the hard work they do. The one downside was that I had made convention commitments.
Gets better!
They were one week after the next. First on my docket was Nightmare Nights Dallas, where I was gone from Thursday to Monday. I then worked two days and left town again, heading to Milwaukee for Ponyville Ciderfest. One convention I had a great time at. The next one… I was a miserable salty jerk for the weekend.
I was ashamed of myself and how I acted. Was it justified? Part of it was. The frustration of not being able to fulfill all of our attendees’ needs is something I take personally; I like being able to step up to the plate and do everything that is within my power to fulfill a guest’s need. How I handled the situation that led to that was… uninspired. I got mad. I was angry at people and not the process. And due to the importance of that specific aspect of the department I was staffing in… I took it personally. It stopped being a failure of communication; it was a failure of me.
Now, you’re saying “But, Note Worthy… you didn’t make the process fail, did you?” Well, of course, I didn’t; had I known about it I would have interceded and gotten things on track. Why it felt like a failure of me was that this is something I had not done properly at MLP-MSP 3, and this convention was a chance at redemption. And I blew it–even though I had no immediate hand in making the whole thing work, I still wasn’t able to deliver something that I had promised to myself that I would do.
All this time I’ve slowly widened my horizons as I was walking headlong into Cocho’s web of murder and animatronic death voice posts and drawing of the FNAF crowd. I’m pretty sure she killed me in an ask that I tossed her way for Halloween.
So, here we are. Six months later, a rambled conjunction of various stories because I was tired while I typed this out, and that’s the quick story of my life from June to now!
Now I just need to find a picture of the canon Noteworthy and post him next to my OC and do a comparison on how we aren’t the same.
And bed.
Not necessarily in that order.
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