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Sunday, April 25th, 2004 10:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanToday has been a largely uneventful affair. I have done my best to avoid the unseasonal heat and worry about the temperatures to come when summer itself arrives.
We are embarking upon sweaty London season, the time of year that all true mammals realise that leaving the oceans was a poor deal since the land is hot, sweaty and involves credit card bills.
The nights are lighter, it is true and this is a good thing. Dawn at 3.15am however is not. Admittedly we are still a few weeks off that, but not many. On the other hand we are only 8 weeks or so away from longest day, and then the nights will start drawing in again. Where is 2004 going...? I'm not used to writing 2004 on my cheques yet and nearly a third of the year's gone already.
Tempus fugit, dear reader. Tempus fugit.
Tomorrow I must shake myself out of post-event torpor and a) do some paid work in the office and b) crack on with NWO character sheets.
That event still feels a long way off, but it isn't, and I don't want to have to spend endless nights in June catching up on writing. I have a feeling that I need to get my stuff out of the way to clear the decks for the inevitable additional stuff that we will have to do as people fall behind their own schedules. It's happened before, I expect it will happen this time, too.
It's times like this I wonder why we do it. Write free forms, that is. They are a pain most of the time, and the events themselves are exhausting to run, though can be fun and rewarding to referee. Having said that, they are at least equally frustrating and annoying to run, too. People who complain should be made to sit down and write one. That'd larn 'em.
But. Come the debrief at the end of the event when the writing/crewing team are all heroes, well...
You have to bottle that to get you through the rest of it.
We are embarking upon sweaty London season, the time of year that all true mammals realise that leaving the oceans was a poor deal since the land is hot, sweaty and involves credit card bills.
The nights are lighter, it is true and this is a good thing. Dawn at 3.15am however is not. Admittedly we are still a few weeks off that, but not many. On the other hand we are only 8 weeks or so away from longest day, and then the nights will start drawing in again. Where is 2004 going...? I'm not used to writing 2004 on my cheques yet and nearly a third of the year's gone already.
Tempus fugit, dear reader. Tempus fugit.
Tomorrow I must shake myself out of post-event torpor and a) do some paid work in the office and b) crack on with NWO character sheets.
That event still feels a long way off, but it isn't, and I don't want to have to spend endless nights in June catching up on writing. I have a feeling that I need to get my stuff out of the way to clear the decks for the inevitable additional stuff that we will have to do as people fall behind their own schedules. It's happened before, I expect it will happen this time, too.
It's times like this I wonder why we do it. Write free forms, that is. They are a pain most of the time, and the events themselves are exhausting to run, though can be fun and rewarding to referee. Having said that, they are at least equally frustrating and annoying to run, too. People who complain should be made to sit down and write one. That'd larn 'em.
But. Come the debrief at the end of the event when the writing/crewing team are all heroes, well...
You have to bottle that to get you through the rest of it.