Dear Friends,
I have worked baseball games, football games, soccer games,
championships and concerts but I have never worked a big event like the one I
worked at last night. Usually, I don’t discuss concerts or events on here but
this is both a good and bad event to share to the world. Before I get into
details about this event, let me be clear that I wish the experience was better
but sad to say it was a series of shitty events that I wish I could forget.
First of all, I never worked up in Auburn Hills before. I
use to go up to the Palace of Auburn Hills for basketball games. It has been a
long while since going that far north of Detroit.
Going up to work at this venue was a rare opportunity. Before going up to work,
I had to do something that required my full attention. I had to let someone go.
Why? It is because my life was changing and so was her life. It was not fair to
do this before work but it had to be done. She was nice to take me up there and
we talked before I went into work. After that, I went into work and was
basically lost in the sea of confusion. My first shitty experience is that
after being a vendor for over 10 years, to work out of a room smaller than a
closet. My god, it was like working literally in a box.
After the horror of working in a box, I had to draw my
assigned location out of a cup. They were too cheap to get a hat. So I get a
good location but was relegated to selling 15 beers. Usually, I am use to
getting a case or two of beer during concerts. Before the doors open, I was
able to take some pictures of some of the memorabilia and some personal
pictures. The doors open and I wish I could have take pictures of the large
crowd that ran up the stairs and pass me to get on the floor and close to the
stage. My best way to describe this would be saying that there were more
females running in heels than on a runway. However, I learned most women in
dress and heels were not real women. I
stood where I was at for close to 30 minutes before I got someone to sell. That
is too long for a sell from anyone. After the initial sell, I was in business
but most of my customers were not cute women or sexy women but men in drag and
effeminate men. I am not homophobic but I never though I would be second
guessing who is a real woman and who is a queen.
After about 90 minutes of selling and having some fun, the
second shitty event occurred. So we were confused with how much longer were
able to sell. This was bad because usually during concerts, you have between
three and five hours to sell during the concert and the main event was the end
of sales. I might have forgotten to mention it but this was a Beyonce concert.
So basically, she was the main event but her opening act was a DJ. What the
fuck? A DJ opening up for a mega star like her is like a flea opening up for
The Rolling Stones. So added to that confusion was the fact that people were
bitching about prices of beer, and being cussed out by a man in drag is
something I don’t think I want to experience again.
So after finding out how much time we had left to sell, it
was like time stop for selling beer. People were not having alcoholic drinking
and more flushing out the system by drinking water. I was getting frustrated
because of the lack of sales and also the lack of patience with the whole
thing. The third shitty thing was that I was suppose to stop selling 30 minutes
ago and was not told. So I was lucky to sell almost all my cases of beer.
However, I came to realize another shitty thing: I did not make any fucking
money. The sheer anger of that upset me so much that I was happy to leave and
walk away from this experience. Not to mention that, I was ready to get the
fuck out of there. I was happy to get a ride out of the area and away from the
shittiest experience ever.
Finally, after all that shit that occurred, I was not happy
to experience that. I did not like Beyonce from the start but the whole
experience made me not like her or her concert experience even more. Most people
were in love with her but as a worker, it was shitty at best. I said this under
my breath and out loud as I left the area: NEVER AGAIN!!!!!! Thank god, I am
right about that.
Eugene Chandler III
