IT'S ALL STEPHEN'S FAULT !!!

IT'S ALL STEPHEN'S FAULT !!!



No . . . Really.



In my last post, I told what a dulcimer is and how I got hooked on them. Today's post is about how I got down this path. ... to this point.



I had been asked by our area manager's girl friday, Anna to play my dulcimer at a diversity program. It was definately short notice and I was grabbing some practice in. I had the 6 AM shift and this job as a bellman has a lot of wait time. For about 5 years when it's been slow I've brought my dulcimer and played. People stop and listen.

Now on this day our manager, Stephen came in around 7:30. He spends the day holed up in his office "working " on schedules that have already been figured out for him. An easy day for him. Not that every is pretty much an easy day. He tells us to stand out front and then disappears for hours. That day he finds out that our other manager, Kris called in and that he would have to cover his responsabilitries too. So he would actually have to work that day and he was mad.

So what he did he do? He looked for someone to let loose his fury on. As they say, "Haggis rolls down hill." And there I was playing my dulcimer. He called me into his office and started yelling at me. He screemed how dare I play an instrument while I am being paid to take care of our guests. (I hadn't had a work order since I started that morning and there were two other bellmen on at the moment. One was reading the paper and one was sleeping.) So Stephen continued his tiraid and told me I wasn't to EVER play my dulcimer here at the hotel again.

So I went to my friend Ernie who was running the diversity program tech issues (he's a genius) and told him what happened. And that I wouldn't be preforming. He let Stephen know that he had messed things up for him. and that they now had an open slot in the entertainment program.

Meanwhile I was fuming. And I was kidding/comisorating with my buddy Danny. I laughing said I could find alot more annoying habits to bring to work ... like ventriloquism. I pictured Charle McCarthy on my arm saying, "Oh Stephen? Are you eating a tomato, or is that your nose."

The more I thought about it ... the more I felt the old desire grow ... ideas starting coming forth ... ideas for dummies. ....

... So you see ...

IT'S ALL STEPHEN'S FAULT !!!