Booze night.
Dec. 12th, 2011 08:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kukla_tkoOMG what a day. I get there and the staff had enough sense to call the people in my class tonight. Great!
Then, I found out (was not told, mind you, I simply was lucky enough to find out) that instead of having a person with me this evening to help teach the class, I have to do it by myself. I'm then blythely told that "oh, you won't have more than 8 people."
Except, of course, that I couldn't set anything up because of the regularly scheduled class in the classroom, and the irregularly scheduled class on the floor monopolizing one of my machines. My cow orker manages to not only hog the machine until I had to go to dinner, but when I return she has managed to screw it up for me.
I had THIRTEEN people show up for class, including one person who was called from a completely different list and I didn't have anywhere on my sheet, one person who asked if she could come and I told her "yes" because I was "only" going to have 8 people for my 10 person class, and two women who decided that they would simply show up and take the class. When I tried to explain that these are classes one must sign up for in order to have a kit ready and a machine available I got a lot of attitude and "It didn't SAY that in any of your promo materials!" (Um, yes it did.)
So I had two women on one machine, and had to use the two multi-needle machines. Fortunately, I had a lady who already has a six needle and enjoyed getting to use ours, and a latecomer who knew good and well that if she didn't agree to use the 10 needle she wouldn't get to take the class. Then I had to recruit a helper from the counter to cut my extra kits, which didn't have stabilizer fused to them because I simply didn't have time.
Now, you know, true believers, that I can work on the fly. I can improvise, and I can be reasonably cheerful doing so. This ability costs more over time, though.
I'm hugely pissed at my boss for putting me in this position, and I suspect that it is at least a little bit of passive aggression because I had to call in sick a week and a half ago when another of these classes was happening. Except that, on the day I called in sick, the consequence was that my boss had to get up off her butt and actually CONTRIBUTE to a class instead of sitting at her desk all day. The consequence of my being short-handed was epic. I had four machines screw up royally, one of which required some weird machinations on my part to salvage the customer's project. The good news is that she was pleased with the result.
Oh. And I mostly had to sling all those machines around by myself, too.
As I was heading out, I told my cow orker who is obliged to stay until close that "I'm going to go... and... have drink..."
She laughed and said, "You deserve it. Have one for me, too!"
I do love my job, don't misunderstand me. The class I did tonight was part of something that I came up with and designed and created and pushed through and it has been a monstrous success. It is the only class we've ever had where we couldn't invite people on the waiting list to participate unless we added extra slots. EVERYONE who signed up shows up. Everyone. The idea was risky and weird, (because we all know I'm the MF QUEEN of risky and weird) and might have been a complete wash. Instead it has become so insanely popular that there is discussion of more things of this nature. Gah.
I'm a victim of my own success, and I get that.
I'm still sipping jaegermeister fresh from the freezer.
And I have two dolls on my lap.
Then, I found out (was not told, mind you, I simply was lucky enough to find out) that instead of having a person with me this evening to help teach the class, I have to do it by myself. I'm then blythely told that "oh, you won't have more than 8 people."
Except, of course, that I couldn't set anything up because of the regularly scheduled class in the classroom, and the irregularly scheduled class on the floor monopolizing one of my machines. My cow orker manages to not only hog the machine until I had to go to dinner, but when I return she has managed to screw it up for me.
I had THIRTEEN people show up for class, including one person who was called from a completely different list and I didn't have anywhere on my sheet, one person who asked if she could come and I told her "yes" because I was "only" going to have 8 people for my 10 person class, and two women who decided that they would simply show up and take the class. When I tried to explain that these are classes one must sign up for in order to have a kit ready and a machine available I got a lot of attitude and "It didn't SAY that in any of your promo materials!" (Um, yes it did.)
So I had two women on one machine, and had to use the two multi-needle machines. Fortunately, I had a lady who already has a six needle and enjoyed getting to use ours, and a latecomer who knew good and well that if she didn't agree to use the 10 needle she wouldn't get to take the class. Then I had to recruit a helper from the counter to cut my extra kits, which didn't have stabilizer fused to them because I simply didn't have time.
Now, you know, true believers, that I can work on the fly. I can improvise, and I can be reasonably cheerful doing so. This ability costs more over time, though.
I'm hugely pissed at my boss for putting me in this position, and I suspect that it is at least a little bit of passive aggression because I had to call in sick a week and a half ago when another of these classes was happening. Except that, on the day I called in sick, the consequence was that my boss had to get up off her butt and actually CONTRIBUTE to a class instead of sitting at her desk all day. The consequence of my being short-handed was epic. I had four machines screw up royally, one of which required some weird machinations on my part to salvage the customer's project. The good news is that she was pleased with the result.
Oh. And I mostly had to sling all those machines around by myself, too.
As I was heading out, I told my cow orker who is obliged to stay until close that "I'm going to go... and... have drink..."
She laughed and said, "You deserve it. Have one for me, too!"
I do love my job, don't misunderstand me. The class I did tonight was part of something that I came up with and designed and created and pushed through and it has been a monstrous success. It is the only class we've ever had where we couldn't invite people on the waiting list to participate unless we added extra slots. EVERYONE who signed up shows up. Everyone. The idea was risky and weird, (because we all know I'm the MF QUEEN of risky and weird) and might have been a complete wash. Instead it has become so insanely popular that there is discussion of more things of this nature. Gah.
I'm a victim of my own success, and I get that.
I'm still sipping jaegermeister fresh from the freezer.
And I have two dolls on my lap.
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Date: 2011-12-14 02:54 am (UTC)Well, I don't care for beer...
Date: 2011-12-14 07:46 am (UTC)Due to a weird experience at Santarchy, I have a reputation for being Jaeger Santa... but only because I asked for a shot and inexplicably got a highball glass half-full.
I seriously can't drink that much. I'm not even sure I can nurse that drink all night, and I didn't have that kind of time before the Santa parade moved on.
My solution was to cruise around to the other Santas, and ask if any of them wanted a sip. As a result, I emptied the glass without hurting myself or anyone else!
And everyone remembers me as the Santa who drinks Jaeger in a highball glass. (headdesk.)
The bottle in the freezer is left over from our Wild Magick Adventure. I brought a modest bottle and mysteriously came home with an enabler-sized monster bottle. o.O