Captain’s Log 5,951
It’s that time again – when the largest holiday festival in my city kicks off at 3:00 this afternoon. Gads. Every year it gets worser and worser. Our facilities are open to the public free of charge from 5:00 – 9:00 PM both Friday and Saturday nights. It doesn’t sound like much until you consider the number of folks going through. One year it rained and everybody came inside to stay dry. That was year we had 7,000 people each night. It’s a matter of controlling the crowds and making sure they leave promptly. We also have to make sure they don’t bring in strollers (too crowded) or food. We are the snack police.
This is what the media presents to get people to think this is a lovely experience.
Oh how pretty! In theory, that is true.
What is set up right outside our door. Yup. Cheap rides and despicable carnies. One of my staff was catcalled whilst walking toward the building yesterday. I intend to let the committee know this happens ALL the time. I am tired of it. Beyond tired of it. Time to make a little more noise in this one.
We also have a Santa. This guy did it for years. Santa sits in an old car and the kids climb into the front seat to “drive” Santa and the presents. We charge a $2 “donation” and hope nobody pees or pukes. We have a fair amount of screaming, but with hundreds of people milling about, nobody really even hears those terrified kids. We also own the Santa suit. Best investment we ever made. $150 for the suit OR we could rent it every year for $80. Duh!
So we suck it up and do it. We have about 15 volunteers coming tonight. That is essential. No way we can do it without their help. Same is true for tomorrow night.
This is how I felt this morning when I posted this Bitstrip of our office manager and myself getting ready to tackle the hordes.
That’s really how it feels for us. It takes a lot of preparation. We spend a ton of money and have absolutely ZERO revenue (except for Santa) for three days. We were closed yesterday because of the carnival setting up just a few feet from our front doors.
Time to start girding my loins.