Location Taken: Crownsville, Maryland
Time Taken: October 2010
It’s the last weekend of the Renaissance Festival. And, like I’ve heard from just about every other coworker who’s mentioned the fact, I’m both glad and sad it’s over.
On the one hand, after this weekend, I won’t have to stand around for eight hours at a time selling ices to whomever wants one, which usually means long period of standing around doing nothing, alas. And I’ll have my weekends back. Plus each and every work day is followed by a night when my brain just doesn’t want to function, which makes my posts on this blog a wee bit boring and challenging to finish. I’m fairly sure that’s my social phobia’s fault, by the way. Even on slow days, pretending to be an extrovert and then actually interacting with people takes its toll mentally.
And on the other, it’s a fun job otherwise, and I’ll miss it. I have great bosses who understand how to take care of their employees, and actually value us over sales. I’ve got a bunch of fun coworkers, and a nice horde of people who regularly pester me at my cart at slow times. And I’ve got a lot of autonomy in deciding how I work, far more than you’d expect for someone in a minimum wage level job. It’s also a lot of fun just being part of the Festival, making people happy.
Between the two, I think the “glad it’s over” camp slightly wins at this point, mostly because I’m getting really tired of getting up at eight in the morning and then standing around for eight hours far from all the lovely technology I’m addicted to. So sad, so sad.
Of course, now I have to find employment again… *shivers in terror*
