So there are two things I thought about on my lunch break that I thought I’d share with my large following. (Or because I seemingly like to tell stories to myself).
So, Christmas of 2010 was a time where I was fairly new at my current job. I didn’t really know any of my coworkers and they were all a great deal older than me. However, my boss asked me to play piano for a Christmas luncheon we would be having; I declined as she gave me roughly two days notice to learn ten holiday songs to play for my entire work. Um, heyl nawww. She then asked me to sing just one Christmas song along with two other people instead of playing the piano, since it was short notice. This would make me look better for this job, right? I mean I already told her no about the piano. What do I really have to lose? It’s one song. “Sure! I’ll do it.” I didn’t know who I would be singing with until the day of the event-two very old people. One lady who had a typical old lady opera voice, one man who sang similar to how I would think Sean Connery would sing, if that can be imagined. Um, how am I supposed to fit into this? I noticed that when I sang with my normal voice, I stuck out like a sore thumb. So I did the unthinkable… I mimicked the way they sounded. That’s right. I faked an opera voice for this blasted event. Also, it should be known that we were made to stand at an angle—all of us in a line angled perfectly so that we were all facing one direction, which would allow us to cock our heads at a 45 degree angle to face the audience… Oh, the cheese. It was one of the most embarrassing things I’ve ever been a part of. I was so awkward and embarrassed that I didn’t know what to do with my hands. I was kind of making fun of myself while we were singing… At one point during the “performance,” I folded my hands daintily on top of the piano, smiling as cheesily as I could, whilst wooing the crowd with my opera soprano voice. I thought it was funny. And then, all of a sudden, I realized that it probably looked like I was serious about the hand folding, etc (which would be embarrassing). I also decided that they couldn’t know I was joking about the hand folding, etc, because that would be disrespectful. So, I got worried. What to do? It was so awkward. I tried to keep smiling cheesy, pretending like that was my actual smile--like We Three Kings was like, my favorite song in the worrrrrld or something. But I did try to remove my hands from the piano, only to push them back to their original spot in awkward confusion. I ended up just doing a couple of odd hand pats on the piano and walking away with my head hung low, ashamed of myself, yet comforting myself with the fact that I didn't back down, despite my embarrassment. It wasn't very comforting.
As much as I like entertaining myself to the point of embarrassing other people, I now know that it is indeed possible to do it so much that you end up embarrassing yourself when you don’t even mean to.
Also, I would like to say that The Barber of Seville came to my mind while I was lunching; therefore, I located the scene so that it might be forever posted here on my personal corner of the interweb. I used to feel soooooo sorry for Alfalfa on this scene. L It was kinda one of those scenes where you almost cried, but you also found yourself smirking and giggly once or twice. And you felt horrible about it.
Our Gang - Alfalfa The Barber of Seville
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