The Workermonkey

Monday, December 12, 2005

Interesting Weekend 

# posted by DJ Booze Piñata @ 12/12/2005 03:52:00 PM

On Sunday I went to Powder Ridge to see about this whole SnowSchool Instructor deal. Apparently I don't need experience, just a willingness to pass on information. Well....I think I need more experience. I don't see any instruction groups in my immediate area so I decide to take a few runs on the bunny hill by myself to freshen up since I haven't snowboarded in like 8 years (since I busted my collarbone). Of course I get on the wrong lift and go straight to the top. Since I'm here for an instructors position (insert laugh here) I'm thinking:
"Stay on the lift and go back down? How old am I, five?"

So I do a crash course, and it was actually ass-crunchingly fun. Did it a few more times. At one point my rear binding snapped. I had a half-second to think "Oh sh-" and then hit the mountain hard. Now I know whiplash. The kicker: I didn't secure my cell phone (haven't we heard this before?) and it was lost during one of my tumbles. We'll see if lost and found gets it before spring thaw. If not then it's a good thing I know myself because I got phone insurance.

For Saturday's description I'll just post the letter I wrote to Rent-a-DJ (my bosses), omitting any specific names. It was a holiday party for this one electrics company at the Farmington Club. Ritzy.

The President of F. Electric threw a spoon at me.

By Matt Macunas

This gig was ridiculous. Not really the bomb, but definitely a bomb. I arrived 45 minutes early and was in peak form, mind you.

Lee F. was demolished by the first half hour. Literally 50% of the songs up until dinner were Christmas songs and yet he kept asking when I was going to start playing "fucking Christmas songs." Once he started swearing I pointed out that there was even one playing at that moment. I made the mistake of letting him have the mic for a toast and had to stay straight-faced during one of the more awkward speeches I’ve ever witnessed. Later on I was hit with a flying object. When I looked up from it the man was tipsy-grilling me from across the room. 30 second stare-off ensues, although no one seemed to notice.

His son was like one of those kids who didn’t make it through Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory.

“This music is terrible. Turn it off now. NOW. NOW.”…..for pretty much every genre. I really couldn’t win with these two. Joanne F. was nice, though. She stayed mostly sober.

Crowd had wildly diverse tastes and the drunken vocal minority kept demanding I switch styles. Couldn’t get more than a few people to dance at a time. DJ Mattlock aka The Great Mattsby is usually unflappable but I really wanted to hurt a few fools. That’s my side of it.

2 comments

This was actually my worst gig ever. This stuff all happened early on. With my pointed finger trembling at them I said something like "if you don't stay away from me I can't hold myself accountable for my actions." They left me alone after that.

Could the animosity be because I let a company president make a speech he shouldn't have made in front of his 150 employees? Of course not!

By  DJ Booze Piñata, at Monday, December 12, 2005 4:23:00 PM  

You suck!!! Booo! Change the music! This music sucks!

Ha ha. Oh man, people and alcohol just dont mix sometimes. Wierd how you couldnt find a happy medium with the crowd.

By  Brancibeer, at Monday, December 12, 2005 5:11:00 PM  

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