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Aug. 15th, 2004 02:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickWell, elections for *the con* went reasonably well. I'm not displeased with how things went and I think the way things are structured now, there is a definite path for succession. One can certainly hope, anyway.
I also put forth the proposal and, while I was cowed enough to word it so that it would appeal to more than just me, I've explained my reasoning for a strong preference for *my* way (I clutch my ideas) to the people who most need to understand. I will continue to lobby, quietly, on this front through the October planning meeting, whereupon my obligations as staff will cease and I will no longer be lobbying anyone for anything. There *is* a reason for doing it the way I have decided it should be done. However, while my solution is MORE optimal, either solution is good enough to fix most things. Since that's the case, and since a more open-ended proposal was definitely going to pass, I have only minimal shame about going for the definite half-loaf because it's a bird in the hand, y'know? (If I'm not careful, they're going to revoke my permit to use metaphors...)
And, since it was fairly asked and not-entirely-fairly sidestepped at the meeting, the reason I pushed to saddle the 2005 admin with this before they were even elected was because it desperately needed to be done. Desperately. With a proposal on the table, I'm pretty sure it will get done, and this is important so that I will be happy (or at least settled) about leaving. In the end, it's always about me. :)
The proposal got applause. I am not sure what was up with the applause, but at least Not-Our-Real got the joke in the wording -- I stole pretty badly from the Preamble to the Constitution. It was an obvious riff... I'm amazed nobody else mentioned it, but at least she did.
I also got an award, which was a surprise. That made me blush, which apparently surprised other people. (New and Improved, She's now EVEN MORE lifelike!) And, in the end, I got nominated for a board position, by someone who should have known better. He knew I was leaving. I'd said so to him at the Dead Dog and I know he was sober enough to have heard me then. I said so again, in my nomination-declining.
Sector R was, I think, perplexed that I went out and learned how to rip DVDs and how to encode them as relatively sensibly-sized .avi files for the educational materials thing. Frighteningly competent, I think, was what he said. If he read the blog, he would not be buying the illusion of competence. All ya'll reading along know exactly how much wandering down blind alleys and dithering about with nonprofitable lines of inquiry actually took place before I got to the competent part of things. That's usually how it works for me, same as how it works for anyone else. I just don't... display my lack of competence very often, is all. Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there.
I'm pleased as hell that I didn't wind up crying in front of anyone. That would have been mortifying. This is hard enough. It feels like I'm cutting off my fucking arm, here. I do not want to be staff anymore. I have had enough. So why does it hurt?
I also put forth the proposal and, while I was cowed enough to word it so that it would appeal to more than just me, I've explained my reasoning for a strong preference for *my* way (I clutch my ideas) to the people who most need to understand. I will continue to lobby, quietly, on this front through the October planning meeting, whereupon my obligations as staff will cease and I will no longer be lobbying anyone for anything. There *is* a reason for doing it the way I have decided it should be done. However, while my solution is MORE optimal, either solution is good enough to fix most things. Since that's the case, and since a more open-ended proposal was definitely going to pass, I have only minimal shame about going for the definite half-loaf because it's a bird in the hand, y'know? (If I'm not careful, they're going to revoke my permit to use metaphors...)
And, since it was fairly asked and not-entirely-fairly sidestepped at the meeting, the reason I pushed to saddle the 2005 admin with this before they were even elected was because it desperately needed to be done. Desperately. With a proposal on the table, I'm pretty sure it will get done, and this is important so that I will be happy (or at least settled) about leaving. In the end, it's always about me. :)
The proposal got applause. I am not sure what was up with the applause, but at least Not-Our-Real got the joke in the wording -- I stole pretty badly from the Preamble to the Constitution. It was an obvious riff... I'm amazed nobody else mentioned it, but at least she did.
I also got an award, which was a surprise. That made me blush, which apparently surprised other people. (New and Improved, She's now EVEN MORE lifelike!) And, in the end, I got nominated for a board position, by someone who should have known better. He knew I was leaving. I'd said so to him at the Dead Dog and I know he was sober enough to have heard me then. I said so again, in my nomination-declining.
Sector R was, I think, perplexed that I went out and learned how to rip DVDs and how to encode them as relatively sensibly-sized .avi files for the educational materials thing. Frighteningly competent, I think, was what he said. If he read the blog, he would not be buying the illusion of competence. All ya'll reading along know exactly how much wandering down blind alleys and dithering about with nonprofitable lines of inquiry actually took place before I got to the competent part of things. That's usually how it works for me, same as how it works for anyone else. I just don't... display my lack of competence very often, is all. Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there.
I'm pleased as hell that I didn't wind up crying in front of anyone. That would have been mortifying. This is hard enough. It feels like I'm cutting off my fucking arm, here. I do not want to be staff anymore. I have had enough. So why does it hurt?
