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All the Jadeblood Fantrolls!!
IF I can get a job working 20-40 hours a week that pays $10hrly, I can have enough money in a month to buy a plane ticket to Ontario. I don't have any expenses, so that's taking out $40 a week for play money. Two months and I'll definitely have enough saved for plane ticket and travel money.
This is super encouraging considering I have a soft deadline for the first week of August to go to Ontario. Also, $10hrly is the average starting pay in this area and there's no state income tax.
All of this combined means I don't have to feel guilty about not getting a car before going on vacation. I'll have plenty of money saved by August.
Now I just need the job.
I would like to say that Stephen Hawking was one of the people who got me into physics. I am deeply saddened to hear he has passed and hope his family understands how much it means to the world. 3.13.18 the death of a brilliant scientist who defied odds and revolutionised the world of science.
Reasons why you might not want to take a rennie to ren faire
There's a likely chance that we will likely know everyone working there. Friends and enemies alike.
We will be like excitable puppies when we see someone we know and like. Rennie greetings can take 5 minutes or several hours depending.
If we decide to put on garb, be prepared to tie, hold, lace, etc anything we might be wearing or carrying.
Complaints about why we decided to wear garb when we're not working.
Complaints about not wearing garb.
We may be invited back stage.
We will gripe at you for buying over priced food.
Keeping up with us can be a daunting task. Faire is first and foremost our work place, even on a play day, so we're programmed to feel like we're in a hurry.
We may try to keep you up on who is who with, "This one time, at ren faire...."
If we have money to spend, don't be surprised if we walk away with hundreds of dollars worth of stuff we've been putting off buying for years.
There's a possibility that we will demand to be there from cannon to cannon. Maybe even a little after.
And then promptly pass out after a corset-gasm on the way home.
We won't drink enough water, but may pester you about hydration.
We are snobbish know-it-alls when it comes to faire.
Complaints about faire owners overpricing the food and beer.
"Well, at my home show, we do it better."
Either very enthusiastic or extremely annoyed about "huzzah." (Dependant on the rennie's time away from faire and their work experience.)
Grumbling "patrons" under their breath, despite you being one.
Being told to buy or not to buy something from a particular business because of several reasons that have nothing to do with their products. (Seriously. Never buy from Casta Diva. The owner is horrible to their employees.)
What do we do with a drunken sailor?
Having to drag your rennie away from shiny things and conversations once you've finally captured them again because, if you don't, you could be stranded in one spot for hours.
Rennie jokes that aren't funny to anyone else.
I asked Google what she thought of her competition. She's an inspiration.
I was SUPER shy in middle school and my first few years of highschool. Discovering ren faire at 15 really helped me come out of my shell and interact with people instead of just watching them. Now I do things like walk around a faire and start conversations with people in order to find a job, talk to cashiers, make comments on Facebook and Tumblr, discuss me sexuality and kinks openly, post pictures of my tits online, and meet people after knowing them through Tumblr for years.
But tonight I discovered one thing that I still get incredibly shy about. Roleplaying/acting. I haven't blushed this much in years, but holy shit. @the-tie-guy got to see apart of me that I completely forgot existed. Bashful, embarrassed, meek, awkward.... It was like I was 15 again and my mom was shoving me towards the stage where my jouster boss was announcing his need for squires.
But damn, did I smile and laugh so much it hurt.