Last June at the post balticon40 meeting, one of the complaints we heard was that the volunteers mistreated some of the mobility impaired attendees, who needed special seating in the main tent. Since I do on occasion make use of the BSFS wheelchair during the convention, I mention I was interested in being part of an committee to look into how we can better deal with the issue in the future.
I know at the time there were others who also show interest in serving on this committee, but the subject seem forgotten at the meetings I did make before winter, made the bus trip impossible for me to handle. Nothing was said in the email string I was added to when I said at another meeting that I was active on several sites they were interested in advertising at, but didn't have the web building background for doing more then moderating any forum they may create.
So here it is with less then six weeks to the convention and when someone asks for a reserved seat in the main tent, my name pops up on the email list, as the one who volunteered for taking care of any special requests and making sure we don't get as many complaints this year.
This just a week after I find Kitca took me at my word too and gave me admin rights for There is No Fifth Star's web site and my other guilds from years ago restating my status as member of their councils. After serving on a few boards and as PTA president, I should know now not to speak up at meetings by now. Specially now that stress leads to pain, which leads to me spacing out into mental fog easily. Didn't help that as con is a family affair with all my kids there, I have grandmother duties too expected of me. If I make it past the weekend with my brain just fried some, I'll be lucky
Now suddenly I have to get an email alias created and work out the details of what is the job of the Special Needs Coordinator. I only last night confirm who was the snake that didn't forget what I said last June and given some idea of what miracles folks expect me to do at the last minute. Well at least I get a special ribbon on my badge and can go to all the parties this year, if I can still function after the first day of the convention. Meanwhile I
am gathering victims to help me for 4 days. First one is my daughter, who just got a new van cheap, because the dealer couldn't find anyone who wanted a wheelchair lift. Since neither Jonwin and I expected doing much other then some time in the art show, we didn't get a room and now it's too late as all the local hotels in Hunt Valley are sold out. My daughter has become my driver for the convention.