A Selfless Selfie Act

, , , , | Hopeless | April 12, 2018

My family and I went to a comic convention where my daughter was able to meet a pretty well-known male voice actor. My daughter is autistic, and due to the disability, we were able to get special bracelets and jump part of the line to see this particular celebrity. This was a nice accommodation, and I was pretty happy that my daughter wouldn’t have to wait in a long line; she doesn’t do well waiting.

We got called up to see said celebrity, and my daughter was gushing, asking really simple, easy-to-answer questions, over and over again. I mentioned that she was autistic, so this was how she talked and interacted with people.

The celebrity, upon learning my daughter was autistic, looked at his handler and said, “Don’t charge them. The autograph and selfie ($60) are free.”

I almost started to cry. I was absolutely willing to shell out the money to make my daughter happy. This man was absolutely amazing and took at least five minutes to devote time to her and did all the voices she requested. If he’s at another comic convention we can attend, we’re definitely going to see him again, if only to just say, “Hello.”

Can’t Even Get Past Level One

, , , , , | Working | March 19, 2018

(I work in the video game industry. My coworkers and I are attending a large, well-known entertainment expo that has been opened to the public for the first time this year. While other people we’ve talked to have griped about this, largely I haven’t noticed a difference apart from trying to get through more crowds to my meetings. That changes when I sit down in the food court around lunch time and get approached by a guy wearing a green general public admission badge. My badge is blue, indicating I’m part of the industry.)

Guy: “Hey, can I ask you a question?”

Me: “Oh, um, sure.”

Guy: “How do I get a job like yours?”

Me: “You want to be a producer?”

Guy: “Well, or whatever. I’m just really passionate about video games and I knew this would be my big chance.”

(At this point, I am several days into the event, I’m exhausted from work and running from meeting to meeting, and I just want to have a quiet lunch, but I also want to be polite and supportive.)

Me: “Well… I mean, first you should probably figure out exactly what you want to do, and then research what that job typically entails so you can see what skills you might be missing and plan how to fill in those gaps. You can fi—”

Guy: *impatiently* “Give me your email. I’ll send you my resume.”

Me: *taken aback* “Well, we’re not looking to hire right now, but if you want to g—”

Guy: *slamming his palms angrily on the table, causing other people to turn around* “Then send it around to other companies! Help me get in the door! Pay it forward!”

Me: “Look, if you want to get a job in the industry, you sh—”

Guy: “Oh, my God.” *rolling his eyes* “Do me a solid or shut up, lady!” *spins around and storms off* “Elitist f***!”

(I’m more confused than anything else. I make eye contact with a table full of other industry folks sitting across from me, looking equally dumbfounded.)

Industry Guy: “Lesson one to get a job in video games… or any job, really. Don’t be that guy!”

A Hot Slice Of Injustice

, , , | Friendly | March 18, 2018

(My friend has invited me to an anime convention, partly for fun, and partly to make friends with their friends. I’ll admit that I’m a very socially anxious person, but friends of my friend must be good people, right? At lunch time, I notice that the pizza slices are all under $2. We’re five people, and $10 to $20 would be easy with my budget, so I offer to pay for the pizza. Everyone gets two slices. My friend’s friends all walk past the ice cream fridge, where they are selling these tiny tubs of ice cream for $4 each. They all get one and say:)

Them: “You’re paying, right?”

Me: “Um, for the pizza…”

Them: “Great!”

(They told the cashier I was paying for all of it. I don’t hang out with those people anymore.)

Don’t Be Xena-Phobic

, , | Hopeless | December 14, 2017

(I’m in a convention with role playing games such as LARPs and tabletop games as its theme. There are some dressing rooms for putting on costumes, and I’m there, chatting with a couple of other people as we get into our outfits. I’m in a post-apocalyptic getup and am about to add war paint on my face, when a little girl comes in with her mother.)

Girl: *looks at me as I paint a red hand-print over a black mask painted over my eyes* “Hi! Have you been coming here for long?”

Me: *though I don’t know the girl, I’m used to people of all ages making easy chit-chat in this particular event* “About five years, so I guess not that long. How about you?”

Girl: *proudly* “I was zero years old when I first came to this con! Mom brought me.”

Me: “Cool! You’ve been doing this for a long time then.”

Girl: “What are you dressed up as?”

Me: “I’m a post-apocalyptic scavenger and an explorer. Are you going to dress up?”

Girl: *beaming and with great pride* “Yep! I’m going to be a ninja geisha!”

Me: “That’s awesome!”

(As I speak, my heart is busy melting because the girl is so excited about the whole thing, and it made me remember how I wanted to be a warrior princess when I was little. It was absolutely adorable!)

 

Must Be A Common Problem…

, , | Friendly | December 6, 2017

(My sister and I are at a comic book convention, waiting in line for my turn to take a picture with one of my favorite actresses. An employee is making her way down the line, giving fairly standard information, like that there is a table to put down our bags, and that it isn’t a meet and greet, so we don’t have time to talk with the actress. Then, she says this:)

Employee: “Do not ask for a piggy back ride or ask to give her a piggy back ride.”

(This stops my sister and me dead in our tracks.)

Me: “I feel like there has to be a story behind this.”

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