I'm sorry to say that event season can be idiot season. Or as a friend says, "I'm afraid I think that every season is idiot season!"
*A ninja edit for those who feel they need to correct my language. If you can't handle the word fuck, don't visit this blog. I don't appreciate lectures. I'm going through a divorce and have a loved one with terminal cancer, and I am entitled to say fuck, thank you very much!*
Case in point. Sunday, I get an email from someone that has our 5,000 person event name in the subject line and he says, "Hey, RK! I'll be there. Let me know any details I need to know."
I thought, since he got my email address from the event website itself, that no one could possibly send an email so moronic...so I asked if he was the one from his organization hosting their table.
"No, I just plan to show up. What do I need to know? See you there? "
Yes. Really. Because there are only, like, 12 of us coming.
Maybe I should give you 50 cents to call someone who gives a shit?
In addition to being the IT whisperer, I am also expected to be the idiot whisperer.
So my words are:
Platypus (someone else suggested that while I was typing. Please don't fuck platypus.)
Fuckery (this shit deserves two fucks, methinks.)
PS I will visit blogs as soon as the fuckery dies down a bit.