BLOBBY'S BLOG

ROGER & ME

I rarely blog about work. But last night I attended a media event for (and at) my workplace. I should have known it'd be and odd evening when my name was missing from the guest list. They had to make one up for me. After s-p-e-l-l-I-n-g my name four times for the people at the desk, they still printed my badge incorrectly. I am now 'Roger'. People I've known for years, but interact w/infrequently said 'oh, I've always called you 'Robert' - I feel so silly'. All w/out a hint of humour. I'm keeping the badge forever. Or until I move out of my office or something.

The main event started out ok, but went a little over the top as media events tend to do. The lasers. The smoke. The exploding streamer canisters. If someone had given me some ecstasy it'd have been 1990 all over again. But w/out the crying jags the next day.

My favorite was Scott Hamilton as the emcee. And how he went on about how after getting testicular cancer he thought he'd never be able to have a child. I wasn't thinking that would have been his biggest obstacle to procreation. But at the end of the event, the CEO called Hamilton the most talented and courageous person he's ever met.

I guess 'talent' is subjective. That triple salchow (yes, I had to look it up) sure beats any painting or musical composition. But courageous? Because firefighters, policemen, or the men that the CEO served w/in Viet Nam are clearly wusses compared to a man who wears spandex, sequins and twirls on ice skates. Clearly I need to learn a thing or two about courage.

Oh yeah - and my fly was down for the entire event!