Word came from a former Southby volunteer of their adventures in partying crashing:
“I had just gotten off my volunteer shift at the convention center when a friend told me that she was at the Showdown Party at Cedar Street Courtyard to see Miike Snow & Uffie (among others). I booked it to 4th and Colorado only to see that the line was seriously a mile long. Pondering my options, I decided to be ballsy and assert my volunteer “powers” (because I was still wearing my volunteer shirt and had a music badge). I went to the front of the line and told the people taking the tickets (with a tired, confused, I-don’t-know-where-I’m-supposed-to-be look) “I’m here to volunteer… do you know where I’m supposed to go??” After a quick glance at my ID (to check my age), I was off “looking” for my supervisor… the show ended and I never found him… oh well!”
You’ve got a month to master your confused face and get yourself a volunteer shirt.
while i admire your innovative business model, your questionable values seem better placed in los angeles, new york or even dallas.
the folks at sxsw would never tolerate this kind behavior from their staff let alone volunteers, and this alleged “volunteer” sounds like someone with deep self-esteem issues. one cannot find self-worth from the fleeting affections of a circle of shallow acquaintances, but by learning to fully embrace whatever spot they occupy at that moment. some of my best memories during sxsw over the years have been in lines to parties that never materialized.