If you ever wind up working events of any kind, you start to get an idea as to some holes in certain academic disciplines.
We had one of our biggest benefits last night. A couple days worth of prep work left me feeling all my years this morning after a couple of 15 hour days as a quasi-crew chief, foreman, fix-it dude, bouncer, drill seargant and over all wing man. The scholars at the marketing academies don’t brace you on how to get what needs be done from people who really have no real reason to listen. But he or she with the big voice wins.
In readying for 2600 guests, 3 stages of entertainment, 56 vendors, you find yourself in some odd situations. I’ve been sifting through some of the email feedback we got this morning and it makes me tired all over again.
I spent the day dragging stuff, doing laps over the property getting tables set up, spreading table clothes & skirts, vendor supplies and generally becoming a hot mess. The event kicked off at 5 with VIP ticket holders coming through. Another gentleman who also acted as a prep monkey/mule and I had to greet them with goody bags, champagne and catch their tickets.
Never got home to clean up so you do the best you can. After a day of cajoling. berating and apparently scaring the members of our volunteer board, I got ready only to continue melting to the point where my name badge and property keys were outlined on my shirt.
It was a whole day to make you wonder. The party ended with myself joining our security team in breaking up a fight amongst some youngins and immediately thought they never told me about that in marketing & public relations school. The true cherry on the cake of my day as it is little odd as to what could cause you to forget the ailments of the moment.
We had to lower some of the tents that were put up, and of course, after all the rain it was only a matter of time before one tent had some fun with somebody. Just wish it would have been somebody else. If I made a lion smile, I guess the impromptu flashdance recreation was worth it.
Yelled at a disc jockey who wouldn’t shut up at closing time. Apparently explaining that if the music is still going, we can’t get rid of anybody.
Yelled at a chain smoker to take that stuff out from the animals, after he yelled first.
Yelled at a banker, because, well, he needed yelling at.
Not grousing, just some of the things they don’t teach you in marketing/public relations school.
Mike's Pub 