IkkiCon, Day 3 (late)

[lillian13]

Sunday was nice. The vendors who were blaring music toned it down quite a bit, which kept me from yelling to be heard quite as much. Sales were pretty brisk, and only a few people pestered me about "Sunday deals".

I bought a solar-powered ninja that bobs his head at you. It's awesome. I have it in my cube next to my weird green solar-powered toy whose head rocks gently from side to side. I now need something solar-powered that goes up and down and my collection will be complete!

I found out that the Awesome Security Guy is a Fed who specializes in catching pedophiles. He volunteers at anime shows because his kids like them, which makes him even more cool. (And he keeps a very close eye on the handful of skeevy older guys that always seem to be at these shows.)

Everything was going fine yesterday; I'd taken all the boxes down to the mail guys at the hotel and was hauling my stuff out to my car. Just as I was about to go into the parking garage, this huge gust of wind hits. (I'm thinking 35-40 mph.) Cart goes slewing away, bags fall--and my inventory sheets take off like Usain Bolt. I shrieked! I slammed the cart inside out of the wind and bolted* after the paper. I managed to rescue one of my 2 sheets--then I turned around, and from half a block away, saw a kid see my fallen Huge Mug, look around, then pick it up and walk off with it. (I hope I poison him with my DNA.)

Then I had to tell Mr. Pegasus that the inventory for the show was FUBAR, since I hadn't entered anything into the computer. (No free wireless at the hotel = no reason to bring laptop.) He's understandably upset, since now his lead time to order is cut by 2-3 days, since he'll have to count over half the stock when it gets there instead of having that information now. Go me!

So I headed home and did laundry and went to bed. Now I'm sore, I have a great bruise/scrape from dealing with my brother's truck and its' sprayed-on sandpaper lining, and I want to go home and sleep.

But the rest of the week has to be better, right?

* I don't bolt easily. Bad knees, round. Not a runner. I paid the price yesterday. Ow.

Comments

[alycorn.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, what a nasty start off to the week (you know...if you count Sunday as the start, as most calendars are oriented). It can only go uphill from here! POSITIVE!