And by 'Con', I refer to science-fiction and/or fantasy conventions.
In the normal course of things I don't work in retail, I don't work with the public, and am generally chained to a lab bench far away from the majority of human intereaction.
However, I am a sci-fi/fantasy fan, and cons are where I am social. To the point where I am a con volunteer. *thunder rumbles*
Since a rarely interact with people at work, I will seek out front line work at cons for two reasons. 1) It gets it out of my system, and 2) I quickly find out if I know anyone attending the con.
One con, I was working registration. Attendees who had pre-registered took advantage of lower rates, more impressive name tags, and other spiffy extras (banquet tickets, higher quality of alcohol and/or energy drinks at the consuite).
One would think that if you had the foresight to pre-register that you would like the Con to make sure that you got what you paid for. And that no one else scampered off with your badge by saying they were you.
Curse my naivete! Apparently asking for photo ID was tantamount to asking for a blood sacrifice of a beloved pet. Also, Fascist.
Other cons, I help some friends run a room party. It's a good time, however, the laws of the state this particular con was in are such that EVERYONE must show ID to get alcohol.
The city this con is held in has a tendency to run some plainclothes officers through to make sure we're all behaving. As none of us could afford the fines involved for alcohol violations in this state, we took no chances and carded everyone; graybeards and younglings alike.
Knowing that we were setting ourselves up for SCs galore, the men did roving security, bouncer work, and us women filled the roles of ID checker, Bartender, and Tip Jar. For our part, a few cute smiles, mild flirting, and distracting outfits made the mostly male clientele docile. And much of the female clientele were hugging us for cading them.
However, as ID checker, I still got yelled at for carding some one who was 'old enough to be my father', didn't I know who the person was!?, was just here 30 minutes ago, Idon't have my ID, I'm in costume. I'm certain those of you who work with alcohol distribution have heard it all before.
The Guests of Honor for this con, who are well-known enough that I could recognize them and knew they were generously of age were not the ones asking if I knew who they were, either.
It makes me happy to have the lab to scurry back to, as I could never work retail for long without becoming violent.
In the normal course of things I don't work in retail, I don't work with the public, and am generally chained to a lab bench far away from the majority of human intereaction.
However, I am a sci-fi/fantasy fan, and cons are where I am social. To the point where I am a con volunteer. *thunder rumbles*
Since a rarely interact with people at work, I will seek out front line work at cons for two reasons. 1) It gets it out of my system, and 2) I quickly find out if I know anyone attending the con.
One con, I was working registration. Attendees who had pre-registered took advantage of lower rates, more impressive name tags, and other spiffy extras (banquet tickets, higher quality of alcohol and/or energy drinks at the consuite).
One would think that if you had the foresight to pre-register that you would like the Con to make sure that you got what you paid for. And that no one else scampered off with your badge by saying they were you.
Curse my naivete! Apparently asking for photo ID was tantamount to asking for a blood sacrifice of a beloved pet. Also, Fascist.
Other cons, I help some friends run a room party. It's a good time, however, the laws of the state this particular con was in are such that EVERYONE must show ID to get alcohol.
The city this con is held in has a tendency to run some plainclothes officers through to make sure we're all behaving. As none of us could afford the fines involved for alcohol violations in this state, we took no chances and carded everyone; graybeards and younglings alike.
Knowing that we were setting ourselves up for SCs galore, the men did roving security, bouncer work, and us women filled the roles of ID checker, Bartender, and Tip Jar. For our part, a few cute smiles, mild flirting, and distracting outfits made the mostly male clientele docile. And much of the female clientele were hugging us for cading them.
However, as ID checker, I still got yelled at for carding some one who was 'old enough to be my father', didn't I know who the person was!?, was just here 30 minutes ago, Idon't have my ID, I'm in costume. I'm certain those of you who work with alcohol distribution have heard it all before.
The Guests of Honor for this con, who are well-known enough that I could recognize them and knew they were generously of age were not the ones asking if I knew who they were, either.
It makes me happy to have the lab to scurry back to, as I could never work retail for long without becoming violent.
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