On Tuesday I woke up and, having worked until 4 am the previous two nights, thought it was the weekend. Then I realized it wasn't ... it was only Tuesday. Yep, that's how my week's been going.
The only bright spot was that on Tuesday (again), the CEO apparently decided on a whim that we should all have drinks and karaoke. So at 5:05 pm we got an email from the CEO, sent via his assistant, saying "Join us for drinks and karaoke on the fifth floor, today at 5 pm." Huh? What? Spontaneous karaoke? What did he think this was, Google? Or was "karaoke" a euphemism for "mass firings"? I took this as a sign that the project I was working furiously to launch (our fall TV package) could be delayed for a day. After all, if the CEO tells you to do karaoke, you drop everything and do karaoke, right?
Wow, people sure do love their karaoke. I have to assume that people who are tone-deaf know they're tone-deaf -- so to get up in front of your coworkers and sing away, happily and horribly ... that takes some cajones. Or total lack of shame. Either way, god bless 'em. Some people were great, though -- it was interesting to find out who was, and who wasn't -- and some people were ... uh, interesting. One guy busted out "Bust a Move" without even looking at the monitor, and by "busted out" I mean he was doing pelvic-thrusting and everything. In front of the CEO. In our fifth-floor hallway. Oh, he was dancing to a different groove, all right.
As for me, I discovered that I am too much of a diva to want to sing karaoke duets with other people. I'll do it eventually, but only after I get a song of my own, or at least one where I get to sing lead. I guess I just want the spotlight too much. It's weird, I never would have thought that of myself. It's not like I crave being the center of attention, and in fact doing so nearly overwhelms me with anxiety, which is why it takes me forever to work up the nerve; I guess it's more like, if all these bad singers are going to take the stage, why shouldn't I, when at least I can sing? Yes, this is as egotistic as it sounds. I do just love singing, though. And strangely enough, even though I'm fundamentally shy, I enjoy performing, too. Anyway, after dithering for a long while, I ended up doing Joan Jett's "I Love Rock 'n' Roll" -- complete with fist-pumping and air guitar, of course -- immediately after which, everyone left. I guess I drove them all away.
I didn't see any of the movies opening this weekend, so I can't do any review haikus, but here's this week's podcast, now in video -- eek! World's Greatest Dad is supposed to be very good, and in this podcast you can hear my friend Kevin talk about that as well as say "Robin Williams' penis." You're welcome.
