
The weekend's mess at work has been cleared up at least, but tomorrow will be interesting. Tickets for a ... desired event (lecture and question and answer session by a Jersey boy made good), are going on sale tomorrow.
I'm going to spend 7 hours in a box office riding herd on two student workers, covering for them and generally backing them up when they have to enforce the rules of "sorry, the ID you're trying to use doesn't have a body attached to it, so you cannot buy tickets for yourself and your five good friends" and "No, your ID card dollars are in the negative, you can't buy a ticket using that, and your credit card was declined. Do you have cash?" to say nothing of "No, the tickets go on sale at 11am, not 8am" and "the limit is 2 per member of the college community. Your parents can't come buy extra tickets, and you already bought yours." Already I'm not looking forward to "I'm sorry, that show is sold out."
I realize that I'm very likely borrowing trouble, but when we've done high demand ticket sales, the stress level has gotten a bit high. I have good workers.
It doesn't help that the stress level in another part of my life is about to do a spike. I'd quote Malvolio, but I should be so lucky, he was just being strung along, I'm afraid I'm being thrust into a position of greatness, or at least in a position of being a greater target. Maybe I'll just quote from Victor, Victoria: "Sit up. Stand up. Throw up."