There are a few bodies left in the streets....

So, as a couple of folks are privy to, I got tabbed to do the haunted house for the office this year [presumably by dint of being the ranking, and most visible, freak at BRC3].

Right now, I need to get thirty pumpkins and a bunch of carving kits, and a shitload of candy. Easy, other than my lack of a large vehicle (others have pickup trucks, so that'll happen Tuesday). Need zombie makeup for a half dozen people, and some fake blood.

arcsine, that audio equipment is going to be tested - about 2000 sq ft, 20' ceiling. That'll happen this afternoon.

The bureaucratic cluster-fuck involved with this has caused me to stress into getting zits on my fucking scalp, between delays in getting budget information (right now, I've got most of it set up for a total financial outlay of ZERO DOLLARS), and well-meaning but driving-me-batshit offers of help. Yes, analmuch, this includes you. When I need help, I'll ask. Don't ask me, "How's it coming?" because I'll pull your larynx out and use it for a fucking stage prop.

I don't plan, I act. I have tactics, not a strategy. All I want is a free hand and clueful assistance when I ask for it. I don't need headcount (my manager does not grok this - I would rather do it myself and make sure it's done to my liking, rather than have a horde of stiffs getting in each other's way).

J's done some cool stuff with a seizure-inducing flash movie that will be projected on one wall. I'm gonna see about snagging it in case anyone wants to play with it.

I'm going to be assaulting the ears of the unsuspecting with FLA's "Mortal" to set the mood, along with TON's "Glass Walls of Oblivion."

Shambling zombie coworkers will be deployed.

Last year, a couple of people needed to go to HR because they had anxiety attacks, either from the surprises in the HH, or because one person's costume [scary clown] was that fucking good.

This year, I want someone to wet themselves.

Week: Fired

I submit everything I do for review on Friday. If it is found wanting the next week, because the agents performed poorly when they were quizzed on something, that shouldn't be my fucking fault, since i'm not the expert on the material - all the muckety-mucks had their crack at it in the review meeting, and if they missed a mistake i didn't know i'd made, or blew off the meeting altogether, i am sick and fucking tired of being excoriated for it.

Maybe, just maybe, if a lot of people got one of the daily questions wrong, it might be their fault, or their supervisor's fault, or the training department's fault, because they didn't know the material. what i do is worthless if it's just obvious spoon-feeding; dumb as most of these people are, they -do- need to be challenged occasionally. Yes, they'll fail, but you learn from your goddamned mistakes, right?

What's past....

Clearly, I was a hyperdescriptive fetishgoth once. [vintage ca. 1999]
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