Friday, March 10, 2006
You Win Some, You Lose Some
Last nite i got roped into attending the "after hours" party of a semi-famous band that was partying with my boss. Typically I'm not one to be involved with this guy outside of work, but the circumstances were a little deceptive and it was almost more accidental than anything.
Anyway, we began at a hotel on The Strip with a fun club. The band, of course, was partying like rock stars and had table service, bottle service, the whole nine. It was all too decadent for me. I hate that sort of crowd and atmosphere. I felt so conspicuous in this club being literally roped off from the rest of the crowd and having them all ogling us trying to figure out who we were to deserve such a treatment. Perhaps that's where my problem really lay: I didn't feel like I belonged in the scene. I can party, I like to go out, but I don't necessarily like to be seen as a star fucker or anything thereabouts.
We hung out at this bar/club for some time until The Boss decided it was time to switch venues and he had some privately chartered van pick us up outside. The Band was very impressed (as were their groupies, whose numbers had swollen -- we were growing!) but I thought the whole thing smacked of unnecessary excess. I'm such a prude sometimes. But, better to be driven than to drink and drive, so points granted there.
Off to another Strip venue, this one known for being swanky (although I vehemently disagree -- I think its tacky -- wait, that's all of Vegas) and of course there was a problem getting in to the club because by now the rock stars were wasted and not a little belligerent, not to mention they had some obviously under 21 groupies thronging onto them. Oh yeah, the band is foreign as well, so throw that into the mix. Needless to say after waiting with my boss while he tried to sort out all the problems with a security detail and the club manager at Hotel Chez Swanky I said "forget it" and hailed a cab home. The car I had ridden in was still at locale #1, and my driver was drunk as a skunk, so I knew that was a lost cause. Let's hear it for $50 cab ride home on the end of a shitty night! But I did catch Sports Center when I got home, so that's worth something, right?
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This morning we found out, via email from the COO, that our receptionist has quit. She was really good at her job, but I don't blame her for leaving. For a long time they had talked about moving her up (and she deserved to be promoted) but it never happened. This is all due to The Boss' view that if you do something well you should be kept there to do it, regardless of whether or not you are satisfied doing it. This asinine policy has now lost us a good receptionist, and we'll have to spend time and money training a new girl that will hopefully be able to learn fast and keep up with such a demanding job. This has been another lesson in "What Doesn't Work".
¶ 2:30 PM
Anyway, we began at a hotel on The Strip with a fun club. The band, of course, was partying like rock stars and had table service, bottle service, the whole nine. It was all too decadent for me. I hate that sort of crowd and atmosphere. I felt so conspicuous in this club being literally roped off from the rest of the crowd and having them all ogling us trying to figure out who we were to deserve such a treatment. Perhaps that's where my problem really lay: I didn't feel like I belonged in the scene. I can party, I like to go out, but I don't necessarily like to be seen as a star fucker or anything thereabouts.
We hung out at this bar/club for some time until The Boss decided it was time to switch venues and he had some privately chartered van pick us up outside. The Band was very impressed (as were their groupies, whose numbers had swollen -- we were growing!) but I thought the whole thing smacked of unnecessary excess. I'm such a prude sometimes. But, better to be driven than to drink and drive, so points granted there.
Off to another Strip venue, this one known for being swanky (although I vehemently disagree -- I think its tacky -- wait, that's all of Vegas) and of course there was a problem getting in to the club because by now the rock stars were wasted and not a little belligerent, not to mention they had some obviously under 21 groupies thronging onto them. Oh yeah, the band is foreign as well, so throw that into the mix. Needless to say after waiting with my boss while he tried to sort out all the problems with a security detail and the club manager at Hotel Chez Swanky I said "forget it" and hailed a cab home. The car I had ridden in was still at locale #1, and my driver was drunk as a skunk, so I knew that was a lost cause. Let's hear it for $50 cab ride home on the end of a shitty night! But I did catch Sports Center when I got home, so that's worth something, right?
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This morning we found out, via email from the COO, that our receptionist has quit. She was really good at her job, but I don't blame her for leaving. For a long time they had talked about moving her up (and she deserved to be promoted) but it never happened. This is all due to The Boss' view that if you do something well you should be kept there to do it, regardless of whether or not you are satisfied doing it. This asinine policy has now lost us a good receptionist, and we'll have to spend time and money training a new girl that will hopefully be able to learn fast and keep up with such a demanding job. This has been another lesson in "What Doesn't Work".
¶ 2:30 PM
