I hate, hate, hate that I haven't posted in over a week. I can see on my Statcounter app that you're all still checking in, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate that. The truth is, I've had no time to post and I'm not doing anything interesting enough to write about.
Well, that's not quite true. I have a couple of posts in my head that I've love to share, but there are just some things you can't put in writing for all the world to see without it someday coming back to bite you in the ass. But I can say that Mike and I saw two shows this week; one was fun as hell and the other was just... awful.
The good one I can talk about. Wednesday night we saw The Rising, a Bruce Springsteen tribute band, at the House of Blues in Mandalay Bay. You know me and tribute bands. Maybe you think they're queer and goofy, but unless I'm actually at a Springsteen show, where else am I gonna hear "Thunder Road" live? It was so much fun. At one time I caught myself literally jumping for joy. I wish I had taken a picture of the cute outfit I wore that night--my sexy biker jeans that are cut peek-a-boo style down the side with an authentic black and white tie-dye T-shirt. From Kohl's. I could have posted that photo on Facebook and even those of you in friggin' Edmonton and Maple Ridge up in Canada could have heard my kids' groans of embarrassment. Yes, jumping for joy in that outfit. Too bad you missed it.
For reasons of diplomacy--which has never been my strong suit--I can't really go into the other show we saw. Look, I'm the first to admit that no one knocks it out of the park every night, but this was a seasoned performer who should have had, um, an act. It was like he was thinking, "I'm so well-known and beloved that just being in the same room as me, enjoying my presence in the flesh, should be entertainment enough. Therefore, I'm going to deliver a rambling stream of consciousness while you sink along with me in the realization that you've just wasted two hours of your life you can never get back." Enough said.
What else have I been up to? Not a whole lot. Just working my ass off, but I can't complain--I love my job and every one of my clients. I've also been working on another book that will be called something like Love Your Stinkin' Job... or Find Another One. I don't have a real title yet. It will be a humorous guide to framing your current job in a way that will make you happy or getting the hell out and finding a job that you will be happy in. I see it as a blend of funny, work-related anecdotes and other crap from my brain as well as practical advice on topics related to the workplace and conducting a job search. It's gonna be cool.
Also, I've been putting together a "leading with laughter" type of workshop and another one that uses humor as a way to build teams. "Leading with laughter" is a phrase that's already overused and there are a bunch of other companies out there offering that type of program, but not like what I have in mind. I went to a session once with a "humor expert" who just dissected the hell out of humor to the point where nothing was funny anymore. Believe me, my program will be fun and funny.
So that's what I've been up to. Couldn't be more boring, right?
11 comments:
She's alive!
Awww come on Linda, you could never be DULL....
Also like the title of your new book, keep it just the way it is, should sell a million.
You don't want to let on who you wasted 2 hours watching? Not even some initials, some clue...?
I really can't. But if you come to Vegas, let me know what shows you're planning to see. I might be able to save you 60 bucks.
I'll trade you...I've been painting my front hallway...back porch and pantry...I think I might even take the bad show over the painting!! LOL
Tracy
I dunno. The first time I watched a tribute band (1964 or one of the other faux Beatles bands) I somehow felt kind of strange. I can't explain it -- maybe like I was trying to fool myself? I have seen a few Beatles tribute bands, byt that is it. I avoid them like the plague.
You are a class act, Linda. We really don't need to know the name of the performer, but our little devilish gossip sides want to know soooo badly. Don't tell us. It's a good reminder for us to be kind and discreet. Ya know, there are very few discreet people anymore.
Hey - don't worry about the posts. They'll come when you're ready, and we'll enjoy them when they do.
Is the fire still burning? Saw it on the t.v. news a couple of nights ago.
I like that book title Linda! bet it will be brilliant...well of course it will, you're the author!
You're one busy lady!
It was Rod Steward, wasn't it?
lighning36, you don't know what you're missing! Don't let one bad experience ruin it for you. If "Lez Zeppelin" were my only tribute band experience, I might feel the same way!
Tara, the fire is 60 percent contained now and the skies are cleared out--that's good news!
Nope, wasn't Rod Stewart...
Dull? Never.
Sounds like you've been pretty busy, actually. Take a break and put your feet up for a while :-)
what does it say about me that i am so dying to know who that bad performer was? hmmm.....i think Rod Stewart was a great guess. i'm racking my brain. this is terrible. i must let it go.. lol
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