Dragon*Con, Day 1
Sep. 4th, 2010 09:48 amNot happy with myself.
Oh, my concert went great last night. Hell of a good crowd, at least 150-200 (the sound people were keeping count, and it started off with 90 as Leslie Fish opened and just kept growing). Fairly basic set, honestly, but I think I was in pretty good form. Leslie sounded good, and after me the reunited Brob Bards kicked ass and took names.
And I had a pretty nice day over at the Marriott. Lots of friendly people, including one who'd seen me at Maker Faire Detroit. Superlative costumes, including one lovely young woman who was pretty much perfect as Morrigan from Dragon Age: Origins, several very good Jokers, two different costumes involving accomplished accordion playing (one was Weird Al in the 80s -- simply great), lots of Doctors (mostly Tennant, although a few earlier and one darn good Matt Smith), an interesting surplus of Super Mario characters, lots of steampunk, and an unbelievable Alien costume that could've walked right off the movie lot. (The same Alien was doing photo-ops in the Hyatt Thursday night, and I saw him/her/it hugging a five-year-oldish girl dressed as I Dream Of Jeannie.)
And everybody's been fantastic. I emphasize Rowan, Chip, Regina, Robert Dennis, and of course Robby Hilliard, Da Man his own bad self. Among the old friends I saw yesterday were Ira and Janie, Tom Reed, Matt Leger, Scott Merritt, Jean Prior, Yonnie, etc., etc., etc.
But.
As usual with Dragon*Con, there is one big problem: the elevators.
Let me be very specific: We're talking a thirty thousand plus people con. This by itself is more than bad enough, but a whole lot of the evening programming is at the Hyatt. Also there are a lot of room parties. And the con suite. Thousands of people at any time, trying to work their way up a twenty-two-story-plus-three-basements hotel.
A hotel which has five elevators in the main lobby tower, and three elevators in the other tower.
360 days a year, this isn't a problem, I'm sure. Can't be. But when Dragon comes to town, and suddenly everybody wants to get to where they're going and there are only a very few ways to get there, it gets a lot crazy very fast.
Not much better at the Marriott. And they have a lot more elevators.
The key part in this little story, of course, is that I'm riding a mobility cart this weekend, graciously provided by Scooteround and D*C, so that I don't kill myself getting from hotel to hotel. So that's no problem.
It's getting to the right levels within the hotels that's the problem.
I will not bore you with most of my adventures of the day. Suffice it to say, there was a lot of waiting. A lot.
It really got bad in the evening, of course, when the parties all started. And a whole lot of people, determined to par-tay, started going down to go up. Which means that the elevators come down, responding to calls from the third basement level -- where much of the programming is, including Baker, the main filk room -- but nobody gets off.
As the number of people, including people in wheelchairs or with walkers or mobility carts, increases.
There is one solution for this: Have people with the hotel -- possibly with the convention, but definitely with the hotel -- wait at the lobby and lowest level elevators. If you got on and went all the way down, why, you must have intended to go all the way down, right? All off. Hotel policy. Move it out.
That solution has been in place in past years. Not yet this year.
So I was waiting with a woman, slightly older than me, with a walker, and another woman with a mobility cart. She was rather verbally militant about our rights regarding the elevators. I was trying to be cool, but I was exhausted, and I hadn't really had dinner, and it was all getting to me.
We, and other, more mobile people, watched as elevator after elevator came down to the third basement and nobody got out. We were effectively trapped there.
Finally, Robby came by, and he tried to commandeer us an elevator and talk sense into the people on it. Didn't work, for the most part. Two people did get off, but one guy in particular refused loudly. Robby said it was con policy to let handicapped people on, which meant non-handicapped people had to get off. The guy actually said, "That's your policy, that's not my policy." He should've had his badge revoked right there.
And I said, "Sir? Just so you know? You're a dick."
Like I said, I was very tired. But it gets worse.
Another car came, and two people got off and then before anybody could move a young man on it reached across and hit the Close Door button. I called him a dick, too.
Yet another car came, and this one already had a person on a cart in it. Behind him, looking over him to look at us, one of the other people in that car actually said, "At some point, you just have to start taking the stairs."
And I said, "You're an asshole."
At that point, I realized I was not fit for human company, and I apologized to those near me. One of whom said, "Yeah, but [what the other guy said] was kind of an asshole thing to say."
Another car came, and we managed to get room for the two people who'd given up their space for our sakes. Which left us with our original problem: three people who needed an elevator, and a growing number of folks trying not to walk up X stupid flights of stairs.
Robby was trying to wrangle us some help. I decided to go to the Motor Lobby desk (ten feet away, right frickin there) to see if the hotel could help as well. I told the person there about the situation, then came around to get back to the elevators.
Where a Dramatic Scene was ensuing.
The first woman on the mobility cart had parked herself in the open door of an elevator, and was loudly declaiming she would not move until the people there got off so she and the woman with the walker and I could get on. The people in the car refused. The woman with the walker was reaching over the other woman into the car, and someone grabbed her wrist. Robby tried to break it up.
And suddenly I knew that none of this was worth it.
I would go outside the damn building by way of the motor pool in the dark if I had to, pushing the frickin cart up the ramp. I'd carry the woman with the walker up the escalator. But this was simply not worth it.
At which point, someone got my attention.
Yet another elevator had opened, and, with a bit of negotiation, they made room for me.
Like a coward, I took it and fled.
Got to the lobby, got to the International tower, waited and waited for the elevator again, finally got to my floor and my room. Called Robby to make sure he was all right. He'd broken up that scuffle, got hotel security (and apparently some huge guy who came down and made sure nobody had a problem got that sir?), and told con staff, and later forwarded me word that there is an express elevator that handicapped persons can use by calling the Hyatt front desk.
That will help. But Robby's also trying to get the con, and maybe the hotel, to basically run as gatekeepers, as they have done in times past, to let handicapped people have some priority.
At the very least, I don't want to leave the damn rented cart in a far part of the building, y'know? Kinda defeats the purpose.
But I was a jerk about it. Grade-A, first-class mouthing off asshole. And for that I am sorry. To the people I was mouthing off at, and to those around me who had to watch and hear me in action.
I knew Dragon*Con is a big, exhausting mother. I was even looking forward to it. But I have the suspicion that what I'm really looking forward to is Wednesday, when I can sleep in.
And how's your weekend beginning?
Oh, my concert went great last night. Hell of a good crowd, at least 150-200 (the sound people were keeping count, and it started off with 90 as Leslie Fish opened and just kept growing). Fairly basic set, honestly, but I think I was in pretty good form. Leslie sounded good, and after me the reunited Brob Bards kicked ass and took names.
And I had a pretty nice day over at the Marriott. Lots of friendly people, including one who'd seen me at Maker Faire Detroit. Superlative costumes, including one lovely young woman who was pretty much perfect as Morrigan from Dragon Age: Origins, several very good Jokers, two different costumes involving accomplished accordion playing (one was Weird Al in the 80s -- simply great), lots of Doctors (mostly Tennant, although a few earlier and one darn good Matt Smith), an interesting surplus of Super Mario characters, lots of steampunk, and an unbelievable Alien costume that could've walked right off the movie lot. (The same Alien was doing photo-ops in the Hyatt Thursday night, and I saw him/her/it hugging a five-year-oldish girl dressed as I Dream Of Jeannie.)
And everybody's been fantastic. I emphasize Rowan, Chip, Regina, Robert Dennis, and of course Robby Hilliard, Da Man his own bad self. Among the old friends I saw yesterday were Ira and Janie, Tom Reed, Matt Leger, Scott Merritt, Jean Prior, Yonnie, etc., etc., etc.
But.
As usual with Dragon*Con, there is one big problem: the elevators.
Let me be very specific: We're talking a thirty thousand plus people con. This by itself is more than bad enough, but a whole lot of the evening programming is at the Hyatt. Also there are a lot of room parties. And the con suite. Thousands of people at any time, trying to work their way up a twenty-two-story-plus-three-basements hotel.
A hotel which has five elevators in the main lobby tower, and three elevators in the other tower.
360 days a year, this isn't a problem, I'm sure. Can't be. But when Dragon comes to town, and suddenly everybody wants to get to where they're going and there are only a very few ways to get there, it gets a lot crazy very fast.
Not much better at the Marriott. And they have a lot more elevators.
The key part in this little story, of course, is that I'm riding a mobility cart this weekend, graciously provided by Scooteround and D*C, so that I don't kill myself getting from hotel to hotel. So that's no problem.
It's getting to the right levels within the hotels that's the problem.
I will not bore you with most of my adventures of the day. Suffice it to say, there was a lot of waiting. A lot.
It really got bad in the evening, of course, when the parties all started. And a whole lot of people, determined to par-tay, started going down to go up. Which means that the elevators come down, responding to calls from the third basement level -- where much of the programming is, including Baker, the main filk room -- but nobody gets off.
As the number of people, including people in wheelchairs or with walkers or mobility carts, increases.
There is one solution for this: Have people with the hotel -- possibly with the convention, but definitely with the hotel -- wait at the lobby and lowest level elevators. If you got on and went all the way down, why, you must have intended to go all the way down, right? All off. Hotel policy. Move it out.
That solution has been in place in past years. Not yet this year.
So I was waiting with a woman, slightly older than me, with a walker, and another woman with a mobility cart. She was rather verbally militant about our rights regarding the elevators. I was trying to be cool, but I was exhausted, and I hadn't really had dinner, and it was all getting to me.
We, and other, more mobile people, watched as elevator after elevator came down to the third basement and nobody got out. We were effectively trapped there.
Finally, Robby came by, and he tried to commandeer us an elevator and talk sense into the people on it. Didn't work, for the most part. Two people did get off, but one guy in particular refused loudly. Robby said it was con policy to let handicapped people on, which meant non-handicapped people had to get off. The guy actually said, "That's your policy, that's not my policy." He should've had his badge revoked right there.
And I said, "Sir? Just so you know? You're a dick."
Like I said, I was very tired. But it gets worse.
Another car came, and two people got off and then before anybody could move a young man on it reached across and hit the Close Door button. I called him a dick, too.
Yet another car came, and this one already had a person on a cart in it. Behind him, looking over him to look at us, one of the other people in that car actually said, "At some point, you just have to start taking the stairs."
And I said, "You're an asshole."
At that point, I realized I was not fit for human company, and I apologized to those near me. One of whom said, "Yeah, but [what the other guy said] was kind of an asshole thing to say."
Another car came, and we managed to get room for the two people who'd given up their space for our sakes. Which left us with our original problem: three people who needed an elevator, and a growing number of folks trying not to walk up X stupid flights of stairs.
Robby was trying to wrangle us some help. I decided to go to the Motor Lobby desk (ten feet away, right frickin there) to see if the hotel could help as well. I told the person there about the situation, then came around to get back to the elevators.
Where a Dramatic Scene was ensuing.
The first woman on the mobility cart had parked herself in the open door of an elevator, and was loudly declaiming she would not move until the people there got off so she and the woman with the walker and I could get on. The people in the car refused. The woman with the walker was reaching over the other woman into the car, and someone grabbed her wrist. Robby tried to break it up.
And suddenly I knew that none of this was worth it.
I would go outside the damn building by way of the motor pool in the dark if I had to, pushing the frickin cart up the ramp. I'd carry the woman with the walker up the escalator. But this was simply not worth it.
At which point, someone got my attention.
Yet another elevator had opened, and, with a bit of negotiation, they made room for me.
Like a coward, I took it and fled.
Got to the lobby, got to the International tower, waited and waited for the elevator again, finally got to my floor and my room. Called Robby to make sure he was all right. He'd broken up that scuffle, got hotel security (and apparently some huge guy who came down and made sure nobody had a problem got that sir?), and told con staff, and later forwarded me word that there is an express elevator that handicapped persons can use by calling the Hyatt front desk.
That will help. But Robby's also trying to get the con, and maybe the hotel, to basically run as gatekeepers, as they have done in times past, to let handicapped people have some priority.
At the very least, I don't want to leave the damn rented cart in a far part of the building, y'know? Kinda defeats the purpose.
But I was a jerk about it. Grade-A, first-class mouthing off asshole. And for that I am sorry. To the people I was mouthing off at, and to those around me who had to watch and hear me in action.
I knew Dragon*Con is a big, exhausting mother. I was even looking forward to it. But I have the suspicion that what I'm really looking forward to is Wednesday, when I can sleep in.
And how's your weekend beginning?
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Date: 2010-09-04 03:27 pm (UTC)I'm really sorry that you had to deal with all that shit. No matter how you feel you handled it -- it sucks all around to have had to handle the situation at all.
I dunno if you care to hear good news, sir, but... my weekend is going well? I have slept and might, possibly, have almost made up my ongoing sleep debt. I am very excited about this possibility. I live an extremely exciting life, yes.
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Date: 2010-09-04 04:21 pm (UTC)I'm sorry to hear about the elevator-fail, and hope things improve on that front for you.
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Date: 2010-09-04 02:13 pm (UTC)This is one of the reasons I'm not attending Dragon Con. If my back decides to give out, even while using a scooter, I have to get to my room *quickly* to stretch out my spine (and most likely, take major pain meds). I could not have waited that long for an elevator. Of course, most likely I wouldn't have~~my screams (when I'm in agony) are pretty loud.
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Date: 2010-09-04 04:05 pm (UTC)1)
2) Tom, I agree with everyone else. Everyone has a point at which civility begins to break down, and you hit yours. It happens. It also tends to happen more often when formerly-able people become damaged enough to require things like scooters, walkers (I hate those things - never use mine), and wheelchairs. That you took it as long as you did is in your favour, as is the fact that you left before things got really ugly. You're not any more a dick than you were before. ;-) You're human, just like the rest of us monkeys.
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Date: 2010-09-04 02:24 pm (UTC)That behavior is ridiculous. Yeah, it's crowded and everyone wants to be somewhere, but even I (and I've got some minor mobility problems of my own) try to take the blasted stairs to the extent possible when it's busy so people who need them more can use the elevators.
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Date: 2010-09-04 02:34 pm (UTC)To me, you weren't an asshole. If, after many opportunities, the people you were sharing your space with didn't decide to do the humane thing and help, to me, you were asserting yourself in a way they *might* understand. You had scoped out your audience and changed your message to suit them.
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Date: 2010-09-04 02:39 pm (UTC)My older son is there, and has made cryptic remarks on Twitter about problems he's having there. Wonder why their system is breaking down this year. Surely they've developed one, right?
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:13 pm (UTC)It may be a friendly departure, but if the person that steps up isn't aware of old policies, or simply isn't able to push hard enough for what a track needs, it can be a bad year in one part of the con.
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Date: 2010-09-04 03:16 pm (UTC)I firmly believe that Dragon*Con desperately needs to implement something similar, and hope the free-for-all you describe is the necessary prod to getting it done. Feel free to pass on that opinion to anyone and everyone involved in running Dragon*Con.
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Date: 2010-09-04 10:39 pm (UTC)Mark, it's a great idea. That being said, it'll never happen. Why? It's Dragon*Con and they set their own rules.
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Date: 2010-09-04 03:34 pm (UTC)I don't think you were much out of line at all. Ok, yeah, calling people names like that in public isn't the best of ways to handle it, but I can definitely understand you being pushed that level by such blatant fuckheads. You and the others stuck waiting had every right to be angry and to protest and do everything you could to get the situation resolved.
As for you "fleeing like a coward," I think you're beating yourself up far too much. You went to get help, you weren't the one having a sit-in protest in the open elevator doors. I'm not going to judge the woman who did it, I'm just saying you weren't part of that specific action. You were tired and stressed and clearly you'd long since been forced to cross the International "Enough" Line. You got yourself out of that situation, away from further stress and did not overly involve yourself. Maybe the fracas that you escaped had to happen because it finally made the hotel staff notice and do *something*, even if just in that moment. But you not immersing yourself in it doesn't make you a coward.
And, as someone who (so far, thank goodness) does not have mobility issues, let me say that I have done the ride-in-one-direction-and-then-the-other thing in elevators myself on extremely rare occasion (generally I don't see the point in doing it). I've never done it during such huge crowds (never BEEN around such huge crowds when dealing with elevators). After this story, I will definitely never do it again at all.
I hope the rest of the con goes well for you.
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Date: 2010-09-04 11:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-09-04 04:04 pm (UTC)Add in that we have, as a society, gone to some effort to make sure mobility-impaired people are able to get where they are going. There's the reason that tickets for parking in a handicapped spot are generally as expensive as parking next to a fire hydrant, and gets a tow-truck nearly as fast - it is public safety.
Each of the people you chewed out acted very poorly. One effectively said he had the right to be pre-emptively uncivil and rude to anybody they didn't know at a convention, tightly packed and filled to the gills with geeks who are putatively fans-in-arms. A second made it so nobody waiting for the elevator could get on. The third, without mobility issues, told mobility-impaired people to take the stairs while he took the elevator. Those people were all demonstrating just how dickish they were. More to the point, and a subtle point which still might have bothered you on some level, by your report none of the other people in those elevators called these people on their rudeness, which means they passively accepted this dickish behavior and normalized it.
No, you were not diplomatic. Given the circumstances, though, you were IMO entirely justified.
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Date: 2010-09-04 04:15 pm (UTC)You can join the ride-down-to-ride-up crowd putting yourself into that queue, but then you are making the problem worse for everyone else. I wouldn't have thought to ask the Hotel staff about a secret elevator that they were holding in reserve, although it sounds like they had one in this case. You can stand around waiting for an elevator that isn't full of dicks. You can go vigilante on the ones that are.
I don't see a good option.
The thing that gets my goat about riding-down-to-ride-up is that you fill up elevator space while you're doing it, so more total elevator space gets used for the same number of trips. That means that fewer people get to where they're going per trip and per minute, so you are making the problem worse for everyone. You aren't just line-jumping, you are sabotaging the system while you line jump. What do they do to saboteurs in wartime?
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:02 pm (UTC)And they don't care. It isn't whether anybody else has a problem, it's solving their own problem.
What do they do to saboteurs in wartime?
I wouldn't classify them as saboteurs. Hoarders, yes. Saboteurs, no. And somebody who is hoarding should be put on the tightest access to the resources in question.
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Date: 2010-09-04 04:17 pm (UTC)Some people grumble, but the system mostly works, keeps the 'vators running thru the weekend, and keeps forlks moving.
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Date: 2010-09-04 04:34 pm (UTC)Hats off to Robby, and here's hoping your problems from here on out are few -- especially in that respect.
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Date: 2010-09-04 04:52 pm (UTC)As for your behavior, I join in the general consensus; while I was not present to witness the incident, I know you well enough by now to be sure that (a) your account of events is probably pretty accurate and (b) your reaction was both remarkably restrained and more than I would have had the nerve to do in the same sitch. And once again we see that D*C badly needs to improve the way it handles invited program participants, particularly those like yourself with special mobility needs.
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Date: 2010-09-04 04:55 pm (UTC)But you clearly had cause, even if that's more explanation than excuse (and I don't think it was), and you caught yourself at it. That's a Grade-B asshole at best; Grade-A, first-class assholes never think twice, and never apologize to anybody. Not at the moment, not after the fact, and not in print.
And I don't think you were a coward in getting out of there. You knew you were not at your best, and you got out before you did any more damage.
Yes, I am biased in your favor. But I still think you're running yourself down more than you deserve.
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Date: 2010-09-05 12:26 am (UTC)It's perfectly acceptable to shift into full-bore asshole mode if you're being presented with pure and total assholishness at you.
Because the elevator riders were being a pile of ableist fucks, they certainly deserved far worse than Tom gave them, and frankly, I don't see how he did anything wrong.
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Date: 2010-09-04 05:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-09-04 05:03 pm (UTC)With a freight elevator option for scooters.
Hope this catches you still at the con
Date: 2010-09-04 06:13 pm (UTC)Call the front desk.
Ask to speak to the general manager. When asked what's wrong, explain that you're calling to complain about the treatment of handicapped people and you're going to be filing a complaint with corporate, along with the two other handicapped people.
Make sure you use the word "unacceptable" in there somewhere.
http://www.hyatt.com/hyatt/customer-service/share-feedback/share-feedback-on-a-recent-stay.jsp
Did I mention I used to work in a hotel (Marriott)?
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Date: 2010-09-04 07:39 pm (UTC)The hotel needs to be able to handle the crowd they booked. I'm really tired of hotels who want the company and can't handle it when it shows up, not just with elevators but all the other services called for.
Re: Hope this catches you still at the con
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Date: 2010-09-04 06:55 pm (UTC)Maybe it was just a really ugly little local reversal of entropy, with all the jerks clustered together, and all the rest of the congoers are the enthusiastic, considerate folks fans usually are.
I hope things only get better for the rest of your con!