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Note: While it’s true that many things are based on actual events, the characters contained within this strip are not meant to be direct analogs for actual people. They are not based off of people living, dead, or undead and any resemblance is coincidental. Nor are they based off of Ferrets.
Because that would be weird.
Grin – haven’t drawn THAT duty since I took up working Con Ops. Possibly our busiest time, even just fielding “can we leave this here?” requests by people who should know better…
We always ran feedback in a separate room. I don’t think I ever saw more than 25 people. Once closing ceremony ended, we started tearing stuff down.
I’m always a little amazed how few people stay for the feedback panel.
And how many of those have one single issue they want to spend the whole panel talking about.
The feedback session is with the con chair and the vice con chair aka next year’s chair. Usually it’s not that full, but everyone present decides they want to monologue.
I really want to see how Veronica deals with monologuers.
Sadly we won’t get to see that this year, as I have to wrap up the con on Thursday.
Because next week is November.
We used to fun comments after closing ceremony, and it wqas routinely 50% “Your con is the best con ever” despite us politely telling people If you had a wonderful time, great, but we want to hear what we could improve on.”
Eventually, we just had an online comment page because we wanted to pack up after Closing ceremonies and get to the staff dinner and the boozings. Works good, we think.
Not to mention, if there are a lot of people waiting to comment, some might not get their chance to make a legitimate criticism because too many people ahead of them wasted time with praise and talking about how many years they’ve been attending.
Unless, of course, they want to praise Otakon’s Classic Video track.
Wasn’t present (or even on the ConCom thank Ghu) the time a convention which shall be left nameless because it was a looooong time ago had enough visible-to-attendees screwups that bard Leslie Fish turned up at the gripe session with a song about the lot and started singing. I’ve heard the song. Oh dear…