A solid week of work can take a lot out of you. So on Friday night, whatever our plans and good intentions, Terry and I rarely make it out the door to do the town. It’s usually a night of takeout dinner and watching some clever British detective unravel a heinous bludgeoning death on TV. Feet up, brain off.
But last night we made an exception to attend North Country at Work’s first Work Story Slam, conveniently nearby in Canton at the county historical association. Seven brave souls stood up to tell anecdotes from their varied working lives and it was a good time all round, I think. As Amy pointed out in her introductory remarks, we spend most of our waking adult hours working, so where else would our best stories come from?
My own working life is a little sedate these days. I work with sane and civil folk and spend a lot of time staring into twin monitors at my desk. Thin soup for storytelling. But it was not always so. So as I watched last night’s performers, I thought, as I often do in such situations, about what I would say if I was up behind the microphone.
Maybe the evening I averted an international incident on the Tug Hill by being Bartender for the Revolution. Maybe the winter night I got stuck in the subject’s driveway while surveilling an unfaithful spouse. Maybe the day I turned the steam hose out the dishroom window to drive away unruly cafeteria patrons. Or when the horn section hitched a ride home in my rusted out and unheated equipment van and kept warm by shoulder-pounding and singing the “Gilligan’s Island” theme song in four-part harmony.
You know – work stories. If you can drag yourself off the couch on a Friday night, the next Work Story Slam is Friday, August 17 in Hammond, NY at the Hammond Museum. Tell everybody about that time when you…
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