I have finished the second edition to Rome Explorations: Ancient Rome and took a flying leap back into Christian Rome yesterday. Normally Friday is band night but Mark decided he couldn't make it and Vinh was already unavailable so Bob and I cancelled it. So, I wrote instead.
I passed my p[rvious entry (the one below) to L who replied with her own tales of sick kids so she trumped me, which is fine. I guess I'd rather be trumped when the subject is "Busted Evening."
Saturday, February 22, 2003
Sunday, February 16, 2003
I've just returned home from my evening helping to host the 2nd annual St Wilfrid's Church Piano Fund Concert. I ran the raffles and the live auctions like last year.
Two things happened that conspired to bust my evening.
First, after the show was over a woman came up to me to complain that I had missed her $125 bid for the massage, but she "wasn't mad, it's OK." Well, shit lady, if you aren't mad why are you mentioning it? That annoyed me since it is pretty hard to sort out who is bidding sometimes - occasionally 2 or 3 hands shoot up simultaneously and I have to make a choice.
The other thing that happened was after the show as people were filtering out Kelly came up to me and demanded to know why I hadn't acknowledged her all night. The answer was pretty simple; I didn't recognize her. She's changed her appearance and also it has been easily almost 10 years since I'd had any interaction with her (and even her voice was different - her Australian accent was very difficult to discern since she was quite hoarse for some reason). The last time was probably when I was helping to wire up and install the church organ in 1993. So she decided to upbraid me for not recognizing her and then proceeded to tell me all about her life over the last 4 years. It was pretty depressing; she's been through some bad stuff which of course made me feel even worse. I told all this to Mom and her comment was, "Well, she didn't recognize you at first, either so don't feel bad...) Sheesh.
So, I left mad since I felt I was being lambasted by one and guilt-tripped by another. I was also mad at the numbers of cheapskates in the audience who couldn't be bothered to bid on even the $25 items at a $15 start price.
I don't know. It's a lot of work for what is ultimately not very much appreciation.
Two things happened that conspired to bust my evening.
First, after the show was over a woman came up to me to complain that I had missed her $125 bid for the massage, but she "wasn't mad, it's OK." Well, shit lady, if you aren't mad why are you mentioning it? That annoyed me since it is pretty hard to sort out who is bidding sometimes - occasionally 2 or 3 hands shoot up simultaneously and I have to make a choice.
The other thing that happened was after the show as people were filtering out Kelly came up to me and demanded to know why I hadn't acknowledged her all night. The answer was pretty simple; I didn't recognize her. She's changed her appearance and also it has been easily almost 10 years since I'd had any interaction with her (and even her voice was different - her Australian accent was very difficult to discern since she was quite hoarse for some reason). The last time was probably when I was helping to wire up and install the church organ in 1993. So she decided to upbraid me for not recognizing her and then proceeded to tell me all about her life over the last 4 years. It was pretty depressing; she's been through some bad stuff which of course made me feel even worse. I told all this to Mom and her comment was, "Well, she didn't recognize you at first, either so don't feel bad...) Sheesh.
So, I left mad since I felt I was being lambasted by one and guilt-tripped by another. I was also mad at the numbers of cheapskates in the audience who couldn't be bothered to bid on even the $25 items at a $15 start price.
I don't know. It's a lot of work for what is ultimately not very much appreciation.
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