This past weekend was active for my husband and I. ‘Tis’ the season’. Friday dinner with family, Saturday dinner hosted by my husbands employer, Sunday a Raptors game in the private box hosted by my employer. Busy, busy, busy. All in all pretty much a good time…with one small exception. I will pour myself a glass of wine before getting into this short story.
My husbands year-end company dinners are always amazing and the owner of the company goes out of his way to spare nothing as a thank-you to his employees. This year was no exception. The venue, the food, a belly dancer for cocktail hour…over the top! After dinner, names were called for ‘gift giving’, coffee was served, more wine was poured, and the ‘entertainment’ was busily getting ready to take the night away. The lone agent opened his act by patting his microphone on the top and saying, ‘hello everyone, this is my mic, that one is yours, don’t touch my mic’. Following this statement he held up a liquor ticket and said ‘can someone get me a beer’, not just any beer though…he had particular brand and color! So his ‘act’ is sort of expanded karaoke. He sings songs and plays his guitar to prerecorded music, has an open book with lyrics, and people get can come up and sing…on the ‘extra mic’. So even though that is the idea behind the ‘act,’ it seems that often this guy wants the karaoke stage all to himself. Those brave enough to get up were told not to touch the mic (the one he announced in the beginning was ‘their mic),’ some were asked not to sing, and at one point the extra mic was turned off so people could not be heard at all. So this guy rocked out in his own world, ignored requests and even opened one song by saying, ok, no one get up, I want to sing this one alone! What! Don’t get up! I guess there are a variety of ways to get a ‘commanding audience’.
So one more glass of wine and a long story short, the weekend has past and I am left wondering what in the heck this ‘karaoke’ guy is all about. His bad attitude was a bit of a joke to many in the crowd. Some even getting up to sing just to annoy him. Right from the get go he and I didn’t see eye to eye, not because at 5 ‘2″ with 5″ heels I towered over him, but because (as I see it), he perhaps suffers from somthing called ‘Nap0leon complex’. This is actually a personality type that was recently introduced to me when I had the bad fortune of working for such a man. In light of my diagnosis for this persons behiorial problems I perhaps should feel pity. But as I said, this is just the ‘short’ of the story. I’d love to get into the details which lead to my telling him off by the end of the night, but I am going to practice the wise words of my sister and just let it go.
But before I totally let it go, I sip my wine and look up his web-site. It was not interactive, no surprise there, so I could not leave a comment. However, I found some connection between and the wording he uses to describe himself and the person I met on Friday night (how great is the ‘copy and paste’ feature). He says…
‘He simply got real tired of rehearsing with new bands for months, playing a couple of dates only to have the band break up for whatever reason’. (hmmm, maybe your attitute was the reason?)
‘My ‘band’ whom I affectionately refer to as ‘The Cassettes’, always show up for gigs and rehearsals, never give me ‘tude, rarely make a mistake and best of all they are bad habit free’. (so if you dare get up to sing along, don’t give him any ‘tude’, don’t make a mistake, and, don’t, don’t, don’t, touch his mic! :) He takes his karaoke more serious than most surgeons take an appendectomy!)
Ok, that’s it…I’ve said my piece and I’m letting it go!
Cheers to my sister for the good advice!