Wednesday, March 23, 2005
the one with the glitch diary
the first of the 6 annual events is finally over.22 Mar diary
8.30am
pops into office to complete emcee script, checklists and last minute to-dos.
10.25am
hops onto cab to wisma where event's held. panicking cos was supposed to meet client at 10.30am for setup.
10.40am
arrives and discovers client's suppliers (delivering setup hardware) are late and would only come at eleven-ish. *geez* so much for technical dry run at twelve. twiddle thumbs.
11.30am
some stuff arrived...shakes leg.
12pm
all stuff arrived *wah lau eh* ..can finally get to work.
1pm
discovers new client's particular laptop cannot be connected to the location's sound system [lacks a particular wire]. fuck. ok, call setup suppliers for help. OPPS. all courier guys are out, can only arrive at 3pm. hyperventilates slightly. nevermind, we pay for urgent courier! goody. BUT...no guys in the supplier's office to pick up the wire cos they're all out. FUCK. hyperventilates more. no choice, will try their best...client's boss getting irritated.
2pm
cannot sync fucking plasmas with client's laptop [the reaction's kinda retarded compared to the plasmas]. client's boss supra irritated now.
3pm
still trouble shooting glitches. wire arrives. laptop to sound system solved. syncing solved. COOL.
3.40pm
received sms from PR colleague that she's only halfway through printing press releases [press event starts at 4pm]. FUCKFUCKFUCK. new client brings out press cdroms on the most obscene looking cheap green paper covers with NO CDROM stickers. WTF?
"XX, what happened to the cd stickers which we created and passed to you last week?" ms bee
"oh, the office forgot to bring it along" XX
"?? the press will not be able to identity which event these cdroms are for and it's not professional looking to pass media cdroms unlabelled and sloppish looking." ms bee
"no choice lar." XX
"...btw, there should be 30 media kits, how come only 19 cds?" ms bee
"oh, not enough time to burn everything" XX
"..." ms bee
and so she quickly ran to her usual client contact and highlighted this media bru-ha-ha. apparently, no one (the new client) wanted to make the call to give the go ahead without regional's nod in case her arse gets fired. oh well understandable i guess. so no press kit for media and we had to courier everything out this very morning. wah lau eh. can you imagine what the big boys are thinking right now? anyway, she prefers denial now.
4.10pm
event commences. the game trailer DID NOT SYNC with the plasmas. ok, client says do it again. fine, BUT THE FUCKING LAPTOP AGAIN DID NOT SYNC...it's so fucking embarrassing. client's boss having super black bao gong face now. oh shit shit shit. thank god for the wonderful veteran emcee who tried his best to take attention off the fucking technical glitch. rest of event goes on as per dry run. phew.
6.15pm
first session ends. finally have 15min to eat the first meal of the day. a mcdonalds sundae and half a pack of fries.
7.15pm
trade arrives. the atmosphere lightens up as this group is more particular about food, booze and babes rather than savvy event intros. bet they didn't even realise the plasma was a wee 3 sec later than the lagged laptop (we tried a different tactic this time by starting the laptop first then the plasmas).
9.30pm
event wraps. finally! on time for dismantling for location's salsa party at 10pm later.
10.30pm
cleared all stuff and walked over to ice cold beer for colleague's engagement party.
11pm
left place and headed home with:
- sore calves
- stubbed and cut toes (from running into the lightboxes at location)
- slight headache
- gastric
- heavy heart
forgot to mention that she left behind her favourite pair of four-year-old glasses at the location too. oh well. if the old ain't going, the new ain't coming. sniffles.
bee wrote this at 9:00 AM
