Wow... What a day.
Number of vomiting patients I had: 8.
Number of times I was actually vomited on: 1/2. I can't say 1 because the vomit only landed on my pant leg. It wasn't much.
Number of head injuries I teched: 4.
Number of times I was hit on by a woman: 2
Number of times I was hit on by a guy: 11
Number of crowd surfers I caught personally: 2.
Number of crowd surfers I was convinced had a broken neck: countless.
Number of good concerts I saw: 5.
Number of celebrities I met: 1.
Number of times I was sucked up to because I was behind the barrier and someone wanted to get backstage: At least a hundred.
Number of hours of overtime earned: 19.
The day started out calmly enough. I showed up at the station early, sans coffee, which doesn't make for a happy Epi, particularly when it's the butt crack of dawn. I met some awesome folks from my company from other parts of the state. It was... calmly chaotic. Pardon the blurry pics... they're all from my phone.
Once at the stadium we were assigned our partners for the day and assigned our backpacks and initial locations. We headed out.
Then... the crowd was let in.
Once again, taken from my camera phone, excuse me for the dark video. Yes, that's two or three people running.
Once folks started filling in and the first band hit the stage (I was working the main stage at this point, where the more well known bands were playing) things started to pick up.
Stage B, where the lesser known groups were performing was actually more fun to work than the main stage.
At this point triage 1 and triage 2 stopped being referred to as such and started being referred to as "the Vomitorium 1 and 2". Over the radio. Apparently, back on the farm things were not going well.
It's also where I met my sole celebrity of the weekend.
And when a video camera is involved... All hell breaks loose. What the hell is it with the video cameras? When this camera guy showed up we saw more boobs, vomiting and head injuries than we ever thought possible. A tossup between heaven and hell for my partner.
My Partner for the Day helping the roadies out with the speakers... Apparently the speakers don't like it when the wind blows. Nor do the Roadies. They were... to put it lightly... Stressed.
Ten hours after we had breakfast they sent us back to the main stage to work. YES! I got to see Disturbed and Stone Temple Pilots. It was their first concert in seven years. AWESOME stuff!
Disturbed was excellent. Stone Temple Pilots was awesome. And I got to watch them both from my comfy perch up in the stands. We were interrupted a handful of times to actually work (GASP!)... Two drunk females and a bump on the head. One puker. One missing drunk girl. At this point I was so exhausted and dehydrated and sunburned... It's kind of a blur.
The drive home took forever, and I'm missing large chunks of time where I was driving. Not good. I don't suggest ANYONE EVER drive when you're so tired you can't see straight. Bad bad stuff.
I've come to the conclusion that even if they offered me triple time and flew me down there first class and put me up in a five star hotel I STILL would not do this again. It was an excellent experience. It was fun at times. But I'm getting way too old to do stuff like this to my body :)