Waving the White Flag of Retreat

The white flag of 'Staff Retreat', that is.

I have been in a staff meeting all day. And I mean that literally - well, very nearly quite literally... just about. Essentially. The SFF Staff Retreat (held very conveniently at the SFF Staff Office) was scheduled from 10am to 4pm today. A few people had to leave earlier in the day - but the rest of us soldiered on. And then some. I didn't get out until 6pm - and even then, the rest of my fellow SFF compatriots were still in the thick of it. (They said to me, 'Go, Wendy! Be free! Let us live vicariously through you!')

But it was a good meeting - plenty of interesting, useful things going on. (No, that's not code for "boring". It was just more of a 'sitting-in-chairs' kind of adventure, rather than the obvious moment-to-moment, day-to-day, thrilling-action-adventure that you might expect from the SFF.) We went over (very nearly quite literally) everything that would be happening or needed to happen from now through to the end of the festival.

You know what that means? I now know what EVERYONE is doing - and WHEN and HOW and WHY. Did they not realize they were giving a mere intern that kind of power? ("Knowledge is power!" Because the inspirational posters in my fifth grade classroom told me so!) The SFF secrets are mine! All mine! [insert diabolical laugh here] But I can't tell you all about it yet, dear readers... But not because "then I'd have to kill you!" or anything. No, more because they'd probably kill me - cement blocks on my feet, conveniently falling off a yacht into Sarasota Bay, that kind of thing. So the most diabolical thing I'll do... is blog about it some more! [insert slightly-less-diabolical laugh here] You know, when they tell me I can.

Until then.

Wendy