I never write about work, but last night was so Spots-esque, it warrants a post. We threw a little swanky shindig at the offices of a major corporate sponsor, and the principal actors from our show gave a little preview for our donors. Keep in mind, I was in charge of this particular event and have spent a good while attempting to make sure it went perfectly, hoping to wow our donors with our fabulous cast and fabulous caterer. During the grand finale, as the star of the show sang his heart out, my boss was so moved by the sight, she ran up to me as I stood in the back sipping my wine.
“Beth! Get your camera and get a picture of this.”
With that, I turn around to grab my purse and my giant ass hits the light switch, turning out all the lights. I’m oblivious, fumbling with my camera as an array of people scramble to illuminate the room. Seconds later, the lights come back on, and I look around like an asshole.
“Was that me? I turned off the lights, didn’t I?”
Worse, I go to turn on my camera, hoping to capture the last of the performance. Mikey leans over my shoulder just in time to read the display on the screen of my camera.
“Warning. Battery Exhausted.”