We're sharpening our pencils

We always think things can't get worse. And then they do.

Yesterday we told you about the creep, Mr. Ed. We have another story about him today.

Today we were scheduled to have an event at Tartarus. Projected attendance for the event was beyond the allowed capacity of our event space so we decided to hold the event on the main floor (this happens occasionally). At the same time as our event, there was also a scheduled meeting and a small group. Mr. Ed decided that the meeting could happen in our event space, since it would not be occupied. This left just the small group to place. Now, if we had been in charge we'd probably have told the group that they needed to find another place. We were all booked. No one else saw it that way. 

Of course not

Mr. Ed told them they could meet in an open area of the second floor. The only problem with this plan: that open area is essentially an open balcony that looks out on the area where we were having our event. Our event was a little bit loud. So was the small group.
 

Cause hearing another conversation when you're trying to pay attention isn't at all annoying.

This all would have been a minor annoyance if it weren't for Mr. Ed. Mr. Ed was very concerned about the small group. He was afraid that our event was interrupting the group. We actually heard him apologize to them at one point. We were never afforded this courtesy. Now, everything at Tartarus comes down to numbers. What events get the largest attendance? The small group: 8 people. Our event: nearly 200. So we ask you, which group should have taken precedence?

It makes us feel very stabby