John and I ventured into the city earlier this month for Jersey Boys. Very entertaining production. A little lacking with the drama, but the music was definitely my speed. Of course, I’m such a wannabe. Everytime I see anything on stage, I always wish I had that kind of talent. Sigh. Anyway, John got me a Four Seasons CD, so the drive into work is a good time.
I’m on a total theater kick. Next Saturday, we’re going to see Beauty and the Beast. I know, it’s Disney but hey, I’m desperate for theater. Plus, it’s at the San Mateo Performing Arts Center. Super close and convenient. Plus, we’ve seen two of their productions already and their stuff is high caliber. Then, on Sunday I’m driving a couple hours to Sacramento (never been) to see Les Mis for the second or third time. I absolutely cannot wait. So excited for Les Mis. My favorite song would have to be Fantine’s “I Dreamed a Dream” or Javert’s “Stars.” Very tough call, but the former definitely brings me to tears. Actually, tears would be an understatement. That song triggers the fucked up breating and all. I know, I’m a sucker I tell you.
In other news, I had an interesting meeting yesterday with a prospective customer. I swear, this job reminds me a lot of my landfill engineering work. You meet all kinds of characters. So yesterday, we had a sales meeting. The CEO, Product Manager, and I headed over to a beverage bottling company to tell them about our product. Into the lobby strolled this guy in a Dickies suit with tattoos all over his arms. That wasn’t even the thing. So we sit down in the cafeteria (of all places) for our meeting. The CEO does his spiel and every now and then, the conversion goes off on tangents. At some point, the guy tells us about his lady and what she supposedly likes about him…. blah, blah. She likes his brain, she thinks he’s hot, and she can bear his children. Long story short, the guy uses the word cum during our meeting. I couldn’t believe it. Seriously. If I thought crying at work was unprofessional? “Cum” in a customer meeting? Totally bizarro. Where the fuck am I, you know what I’m saying? Gotta love the job. Only gets better. NOT.