So... tired...
Went to sleep about midnight last night. I knew better, especially after the previous three days, but I wanted to finish the book.
Darned Liaden stories. Darned Whit, who gave them to Richard, who gave them to Marla, who gave them to me...
At least that was the final book in the main storyline, so far. It is, of course, open ended and amenable to continuation.
So today I'm a sleepy zombie person. Bleh.
My toes apparently survived the Haunted Trails. Taping them up helped.
Saturday's run went well, and we only ended up 45 minutes behind schedule at the end. Which was not our fault. We had a TERRIBLE bus driver.
The drive from the parking/start area to the Basin proper has to take 15 minutes or less per round trip, or we fall behind schedule. It SHOULD be possible in about 12 minutes -- but this fine person was taking an average of 18 minutes (16 to 20, so they said).
So I asked Michelle, Georganne, Susan, and EVERYONE who interacted with him talk to him, to speed him up. Georganne swears that every time she talked to him, he slowed down.
Needless to say, I was NOT going to have my 5-hour haunt fall 100 minutes behind schedule because of this toad.
So I actually got on his bus and I actually unloaded on him. I made it extremely, pointeded clear that he had to make the run in 15 minutes otherwise we could fall two hours behind schedule (I rounded up) and that the guests would be screaming, the actors would be screaming, and I would be screaming. That this would make the Trail fail this year, and that this would be on my head, and that this was categorically unacceptable.
I wasn't screaming, but I was far from nice. I'm not sure that I could even SEE "nice" from where I was. In fact, I really would not have wanted to be in his position. I probably would have made myself cry.
Strangely enough, I never felt bad about it, not during or after. It was, all in all, a very odd experience.
We didn't fall much further behind after that -- and our later delays could be blamed on factors outside of his control.
I imagine that he didn't want to see me again that night. Or ever.
So, other than this little trauma, everything went well!
Yesterday we pulled the lights and electronics, Paul is returning the rentals today, and we tidied up a bunch of the personal items.
Strike continues through this week and into next weekend... and we'll be entirely done!
The wrap party is on the 13th, where we will learn how much we made and how much we spent.
Yay!
Then I desperately need to update my website.