Today, I ended up working at a major outdoor event with more teen pop stars than you could shake a very wet stick at. For most of the event, I was in a marketing booth handing out as many merchandising freebies as greedy children can grab hold of, who then come round again and demand the exact same thing. Why ?!
Anyway, I was handing them out with a work colleague who I’d vaguely seen and barely noticed once in someone else’s office, but standing next to her for like 3 hours (on and off) we’d be chatting, and outrageously hammily flirting and getting on with each other. So much so that my “supervisor” had to pull me aside and point out that we were flirting far too much and anyway she had a boyfriend. Oy vey.
Except that at the end of the evening, and after much FREE!!! alcohol was consumed, she apparently didn’t have a boyfriend. She even has my telephone number. Not that I’m expecting her to ever call me again, but it’d make a change if she did…
Anyway, it’s probably the last time I get to help out at a major work event like that, which is a real shame. ‘cos it’s an interesting window on what people actually want out there – essentially teen bands they can sob over afterwards when said teen bands parachute in 20 mins late, mime to a perfunctory set and then run back out to the safety of their coach leaving hundreds of sobbing teens behind.
Plus, of course, being let backstage and hearing the roar of the crowd, the thrill of the atmos. I’ll miss it all. *sigh*