Spreadsheet b*tch

From the 28th May 2014, being a spreadsheet b*tch paid off.

The first signs of an event were up. The rope along the drive, the straight lined, well mown grass, the outlined cross country course. it suddenly became apparent that an event was happening. The days that had been spent infront of a computer screen and sending out tickets were finally paying off. 

As the marquees came up, my life became more frantic. Of course, my life couldn't be as frantic as that of Jane and Laura; the poor souls that have to deal with my inquistive questions, my printing mistakes and making embarrassing blunders, an example being telling people the wrong things on the telephones. How we have survived, is beyond me! It is fascinating being part of the group, part of the home team. 

Watching the days go by with more and more tasks ticked off and the days getting longer in order to make the final finishing touches was incredible. Everything, even the amount of water bottles has been counted, and everything must be signed off. 

Everything is considered, everyone is appreciated and made to feel welcome. People flit in with different banners, which would hack their company if Bramham forgot to put them up; the sponsors get their own special drinks parties, everyone is made to feel special and significant and all the way through. There seems to be nothing forgotten.

More people are phoning up asking if they can bring dogs, or if they can bring two cars to camping... the answer is always no - one camping pitch = one car pass; but this is causing more upset than anything!! Obviously cars and flexibility matter more than the event itself!

The weather was impeccable, it was delightful and sunny...

The adrenaline was rushing and everyone was getting excited about the four days we'd all been working towards!

I daren't drive over the neat, lush grass,
so this was the closet I could get to begin with!