it’s a grey sea day which seems appropriate in response to the sad news about lovely christchurch… i was on the promenade deck taking a few pictures of the ocean spray and i nearly dropped my camera in the water when someone (i can’t freaking believe it!) came up behind me and (you guessed it!) tapped me and then, moving to my side grabbed my forearm (aaaaaaaaaagh!!!) to tell me how much they enjoy what i do… i even said, “omigod! you just really startled me! i am so glad i didn’t drop my camera in the ocean!” and they just chatted on about how good they think i am without acknowledging that i was now busy having a mild anxiety attack… i would never be rude with guests, even if i am upset, so i tried to speak my truth in a non-confrontational but clear way, yet many people, as in this case, still seem to prefer to not receive it or even tune in, usually… i wish if people appreciated me so much, they would stop scaring me to death and quit touching me… what is the deal?!?
arty sea pics where i nearly lost my camera when scared to death
if you take anything away from this blog, please take this away: be aware that when you approach someone, a bit of personal space is maybe an appropriate thing… i mean, this person is really a very nice person in other situations, but, man, i am getting so sick of having the spleen scared out of me by these touchy-touchy-coming-from-behind kind of people… and i am usually a happy hand shaker, even a hugger, as i can see those coming and either take it or artfully turn to the side for the side arm wrap around if i don’t want a full frontal hug from someone; i can stick my hand out for the shake if i am really quick and don’t want anything resembling the hug, but
PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP SNEAKING UP ON ME AND TOUCHING MEEEEEEEEE!!!!! aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAgh!!! aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!
(if you read about me in the papers or see me on cnn, you’ll know it’s because i’ve finally lost it and sadly taken one of these otherwise very nice people out…)
and the BIG question of the day IS: why is this only suddenly happening now on this gig? never before on any of the other numerous contracts i’ve done has this ever been an issue… am i simply getting more adorable and loveable?!? (this must be it… quite likely, i think…) or maybe it’s something in the hand sanitizer on every hallway corner everyone is continually applying to combat norovirus that really affects people’s judgement and discretion and sensitivity… any thoughts, people? i’d just like to know what has gotten into everyone and what i can do without getting fired to combat it… shouldn’t there just be a common sense/common courtesy two foot personal space rule that people should just respect unless you’re family or best friends? am i just nuts here?
a bit of a weird and stressful day, so i must cling to the good side of things, that i am happy with how my job is going in general (playing music and traveling, nice boss, pleasant colleagues… could be worse, right?), and so happy with the exciting fact that my amazing and wonderful hubby will be here in less than 2 weeks now (he’ll protect me!), ridiculously happy that i have a brilliant and beautiful son who is thriving, a precious dog, a great ex-husband/friend/co-pilot and a wonderful family… think happy thoughts! breathe deeply, yoga breathing: in through the nose, out through the mouth… ten times… again...
i went to my room and watched the further earthquake coverage for a bit, (not a real stress buster) and tried to rest… they cancelled my 7-8 set because there was a big event for our frequent fliers with the big cheese ceo in the show lounge, so i only did a 9-close set tonight. my happy hour set was “the music of diana krall,” which is, really, mostly music of other people… i get a lot of comparisons to her (another low alto-voiced piano player from the northwest who went to berklee), so her material is an easy grab for me and she has a pretty broad audience… the big enchilada came by w/mrs. enchilada and they stopped to chat for a sec… they were pleasant and complimented the music and singing, and i asked what kind of tunes they like and invited them to come in for a song, and they said they would tomorrow. i hope they do! it would really suck, tho, if he came up behind me tomorrow and i gave him a backward kung fu flying fist of doom… i forgot to mention someone had removed my protective back of bandstand sign, presumably to sanitize the visual environment for the corporate honchos on board, and, while i am proud to be a company gal on the corporate gig, doing that thing as right as i can and walking the line, i’m like, “whatevs!” and i made another sign and put it right back up tonight… that camera-almost-in-the-sea episode has rattled me all over again, and i’m taking no chances! more soon… xo, di
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