My, my, my…. About two months ago, I could not imagine writing this final post, and at that point it was ages away. Today, I knew I had to write it, but kept putting it off, telling everyone I had to get “into the zone” to write this ‘final post’. Although, that is partly true, I realized that it is actually because a part of me hardly wants to acknowledge that the time has come for that one final sign off. There were some days, where it was a real challenge to write a blog post after an exhausting day at work, but I must say today has proven to be by far the hardest.
What started out as a random, “I’ll try my luck” chance turned out to be one amazing opportunity and quite the roller coaster ride for a scraggly individual like me. Numerous people have asked me which department was my favourite or which did I enjoy being at the most. I must say, that is an almost impossible question to answer. Each department held a different experience for me, posed different challenges and were rewarding in their own ways. And now I present, in an academy-award-recipient type of style, my note of appreciation to all the departments and their different individuals. Warning : This could take a while.
From the operations and stadium setup department, I learnt that when things need to get done, you get it done. You throw out the very typical Malaysian mentality of ‘why do today what you can do tomorrow’ and get it done pronto, tomorrow there will always be something else to do. When a problem comes up, you instantly focus on solving it. To Paul, Tinny (my self-appointed seefu), Lim (Tan Sri), Cheah, Sani (Wilson) and Foo (the hair model), thanks for letting me be a part of the action and teaching me everything you know. It will be hard to forget flipping over 500 hundred boards and carrying what felt like a hundred pellets together.
Then there’s the volunteers department –teaching me that an event runs like a well-oiled machine when there are enough hands on board. Adek thanks for always being cool in an anything-goes type of way and for initiating my official nickname ‘Bedah’. To Sisi and Alina, albeit a short stint with the credential department, thanks for having me on board, you know, me being an artis and all but also for demonstrating that high levels of efficiency go a long, long way.
If there was one department that thought me how insanely important proper communication was it was the transportation department. Here, I also learnt that no matter the planning or scheduling or the excessive excel sheet preparing, some things are just out of your control and by knowing that, one must remain adaptable to any situation that may occur. Amin, Kak Zoey and Oya it was fun riding the KLIA à MOàStadium transit, a hundred times and back, with you.
To Angela Archer and Lily of the player services department, I appreciate being thrown into the deep end and learning how to swim, whilst under your watchful eye. Most importantly, your insane amount of patience, tolerance, neutrality and attention to detail is inspiring. And Angela, I now know how to spell almost every player’s name off the top of my head, except maybe Michal Przysiezny’s!
Tom Reed, thanks for teaching me about the use of sawdust and singlesticks, but apart from that, how much meticulous work actually goes into pre-match court setup. And then there’s the media team, who made sure my two days with them were highly enjoyable. Li Anne, Sim, Manimaran, Karan Johar and Kamarul much love. To Mr. Ghaz Ramli, thanks for being sharp and not cutting me any slack, but for also demonstrating that one can balance both crazy deadlines and maintaining a wacky yet highly functional team.
Then there were the few who I did not have the chance of being directly attached to, but still in some way motivated and inspired me to work better and (especially) harder. Kak ZZ, RY, Shirley, Janet, Doris and Susan your tireless efforts in what you do were amazing. Also, to Sheena Freyer who is excellent at what she does but most importantly thank you for always making sure I was fed throughout the tournament and spoiling me with delectable brownies at times. To Cik Intan Juliana thanks for being my wingman / wing-person.
You know, through sports, I’ve encountered and trained under many different coaches – some good and some not so good. The good ones, you always remember for their work ethic and especially in the way they bring a team of talented individuals together and have them function as one and towards the same objective. Tournament Director, Nick Freyer, is one of those ‘good coaches’, constantly seeing that the team runs efficiently as a unit. But the thing that stands out the most is his acknowledgment of good work and the hard work put in by everyone. It keeps everyone going and when you’re working 13 hours straight, a simple “job well done” or a Starbucks coupon does wonders. It is an attribute that I’ve learnt is reflected in all members of the team, who never hesitate to tell you when you’ve done a good job. It is an attribute that I myself will keep and follow.
The thoughts of the experience and the list of thank-you’s are overwhelmingly uncountable. There is no thanking the organizers enough for this opportunity, but I can hope, at the least, that having me on board has been beneficial to them as it has for me. I will always remember the important lessons for example when in event management there is no room for “Kan Cheong Spiders” and no time to “Panik Dulu, Fikir Kemudian”. That when you put in good hard work, it never goes unseen and that everyone has to start somewhere and work their way up. The team have all been great teachers (generously teaching me anything I wanted to know) and have set themselves as exemplary role models for me. Again, there is no thanking them enough.
Someone asked me the other day that if I had the chance would I do it again. I replied, “In a heartbeat.”
Alas, I shall sign-off now but shall leave you with a quote to remember especially when in event management and when things get a little bit crazy - To succeed in life, you need three things: a wishbone, a backbone and a funny bone. Love and peace, people.
From the school of “Fikir Dulu, Panik Kemudian”
@ Bedah bt. Besok Siasat