Tuesday I had my review with my direct boss and the Executive Director of the whole agency. My boss I can deal with because she generally listens, but the ED pretty much makes up her mind before any meeting. She will not listen to anyone other than herself, and all of her directors that have been with her forever have pretty much given up. It really leads to a break down in communication that has swept through the entire agency, and frankly, it is pretty hard to deal with. I'm not going to go into great detail about my frustrations here, because I think I probably complain about it too much, but the bottom line of what came out of the review is that I am pretty much stuck with the reporting forever. There simply isn't money to hire someone dedicated to doing just reporting (bullshit), and essentially, if they did hire someone they wouldn't see a point in having a full time IT person, though oddly this was the reason they hired me in the first place. Makes sense doesn't it? So, they would rather have me miserable in my current role than actually hire someone to do this very important job. Since I basically cannot financially tell them to shove it right now, I am going to grin and bear it, and even though I said I wasn't going to, I am currently looking for a new job. How can they possibly think that someone who has basically been told they are locked into a job they hate with no hope for change will not start looking immediately? I will hopefully have a new one by summer. Let us cross our fingers!
Tuesday night was the big Skareeoke contest at the Metro. Blanche and I have entered this as a group, with various other members, and we won two of the three times, with the other time being a third place. The first year we won four of us dressed up as the Mamas and the Papas and sang "California Dreamin." The main reason we won, outside of the fact that we sounded very good -- harmony and all, was the fact that during the flute solo our Mama Cass brought out a big ham sandwich, proceeded to eat it, then started to choke, and I ended up giving her the Heimlich Maneuver spewing the sandwich all over the judges. The second year, we did an inside joke of a frequent contributor to Tuesday night karaoke who always sang his own compositions. He had this one song called "Surfing with Jesus," which we developed our own line dance, too. For Skareooke, Blanche took the lead, with the rest of us dressed as a monk, a nun, and Jesus respectively. It was a bit of disaster, which lead to our third place finish. Then finally, our most triumphant moment was the following year when we did "Lil Bitty Pissant Country Place" from Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. Blanche got to indulge in his Dolly fetish, while we as the backup singers were whores and the maid. This marks the one and only time I have ever done drag, and let me tell you, it wasn't pretty. I was still a bit overweight then, and as soon as I put on the wig I saw A) My mother and B) Linda Ronstadt in her fat years. Anyway, we won that year, too, and after that we pretty much hung up the heels, until Blanche flew solo last year in a last minute toss off. He was dressed as the Wicked Witch of the West (green face and all), and he sang "It's Not Easy Being Green," which ended up getting him second place to Romeo who dressed up as Gloria Estafan with Tourettes Syndrome singing "Words Get In the Way." As you can see, this competition plays up our irreverent senses of humor.
Anyway, so this year, Blanche and Romeo were competing, and Blanche was pretty much smack talking from the very beginning. Romeo wasn't really playing it until Sunday night, then I guess his competitive streak finally kicked in. He ended up going
right for Blanche's jugular by dressing as and doing a Dolly Parton song. He dedicated "I Will Always Love You" to Porter Wagoner, who used to be Dolly's singing partner and who recently died. He had a "Get Well Soon" balloon, which was a little late considering he died a couple days ago, but it was still funny, nonetheless. The balloon ended up getting free, and it drifted up to the second floor of the Metro. In the picture, you can see Blanche and HR watching it ascend....well you could if there weren't red bars.Blanch did "The Homecoming Queen's Got a Gun," which is an incredibly verbose song sung by Julie Brown. The prom dress he is wearing is actually my sisters, which I'm
sure my mother would have a conniption if she knew that, but it just adds so much for me. Plus, he's wearing a wig that I actually stole from the party on Friday. Well, I wouldn't exactly say stole, really. Okay, yeah, it was there on a table and I took it. Sue me! During the course of the song, Blanche twirled a rifle in one hand while holding the mic in another, and he had various other props. It was pretty much a tour-de-force performance, which could have easily been an absolute train wreck. He did a great job, and really, the only performance that came close in sheer craziness was another friend of ours (you can see him there in the mouse ears). He dressed as Britney Spears, and he rewrote the words to Reba McEntire's "Fancy." Now, his was an absolute train wreck with costume changes, wigs coming off to expose bald heads, and a fake va-jay-jay shot. Unfortunately for him, he forgot the words a lot, but he ended up coming in second with Blanche ultimately winning the crown.All in all, it was a very fun night, and it was exactly what I needed after a pretty rough day at work. I had not planned on taking Wednesday off, but when I woke up, I was feeling pretty disgruntled. Since it was the 31st, I actually didn't have that much to do until today, so I called in. It was kinda nice. I slept a lot, and I caught up on some Tivo. Nothing too major...
Here are a few more pictures from Skareeoke:
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