Oh, speaking of damage, I should do the obligatory self-deprecating post about how I was issued and had my clue revoked within the space of a few short minutes, this Arisia. After checking in, getting badged, and getting prettypammie and Quinn settledish, Thursday night, the department met with our Peerless Leader. She handed out the departmental ribbons [and a very nice and thoughtful gift, a Black Swan, a logo of the Park Plaza, thank you, vettecat]. Thence, I went to ops to collect various ribbons. One ribbon I like is "Clue." It says so much, so succinctly. At thirty-mumble years old--okay 35, it is in my userinfo after all--I hope I've collected one or two clues to hand out. I mean, someone has to pass them on to Q, and if it was left to prettypammie, all his clues would be about not playing in traffic and avoiding high ledges. Okay, these are important clues to have, but there are other clues out there. Collect the whole set, I say.
Rambling. Sorry. By-gones. Anyway, after some "witty banter," a clue was found and presented to me. Pleased at a mission accomplished, I went to stick it on my badge. Which. Was. Not. There. How many of you have seen me late for something I really did not want to be late to, or lose something that I really didn't want to lose? What's that you say? It didn't look or sound like I was having fun? You're right! I search the room, assuming that the clip failed me--the wallet had been upstairs, so I had not yet procured the helpful $1 lanyard of happiness. No badge. Okay, I'm wearing sweats and a jacket. I must have pocketed it for safe-keeping. No badge. Okay, I'm crappy at looking for things, let's do this methodically. Contents of right jacket pocket. Cleared. Checked. Replaced. No badge. Contents of left pocket, cleared, checked, stuffed in right pocket. Repeat for both sweats. Okay, it's definitely not in a pocket. Check the room again, this time sweeping under table-skirts and wandering further than I thought I had wandered. Start eyeing people in ops suspiciously--if this is someone's idea of a joke, it had played itself out at this point. At least for me.
ADHD is truly a curse. I was convinced my badge had VANISHED. I'd lost it BEFORE THE CON EVEN started...Finally I flopped on a chair in despair, at which point someone in the room points out, "Hey Happy, is that a ribbon sticking out from under your shirt?"1That's right, somewhere along the way, the clip at my neck must have bothered me, so I had transferred it to the waist-band of my sweatpants.
As I marvelled at my, well, not to put to fine a point on it, cluelessness the Ops lead, fuzcat2 deftly plucked the dangling clue ribbon from my fingers, saying, "I'll take that."
1 The usually obligatory "or are you just glad to see me" was ommitted in sympathy, one can only assume, for my plight, now at an end.
2Thanks, dee_cee for the edit...I'm glad you and fuzcat were there. If you're going to have a big frelling brain-fart, at least do it in front of friends who can laugh with you. Anyone else who witnessed my badge fiasco, please feel free to fill in their names and roles in the comments.