Awkward Last Words

Yesterday at work (this is my older job, by the way – since I have two jobs I’m going to have to bother explaining which one I’m talking about – it’s the one where I work in an education centre), I had to go up on stage and read out students’ names. We were having a presentation for the end of the year and a lot of the students were receiving awards.

I was supposed to hand my boss the trophy (or trophies) as I was reading out the names. It turned out to be a nightmare.

The names weren’t really in alphabetical order on the sheet, and I had to skip some names because the students were not present. And when I had to pick up the trophies, they weren’t really in any order either, so I had to look for them in their arrangement on the table.

I was very slow and half of the abbreviations on the sheet I just didn’t understand. “AGL” is supposed to stand for “above grade level”. I could not remember that, especially since I was only run through this process in five minutes prior to going up on that damn stage. ๐Ÿ˜

So, when I was up there, I was stuttering into the microphone and it was just ugly. Everyone was probably staring at me thinking I was weird.

No problem saying the names of the students, but what the hell? AGL? I could not remember what that stood for, “SHR” either (apparently “student honour roll”). ๐Ÿ˜“

And as if that wasn’t bad enough, when I was reaching for one of the trophies, I sent the whole row flying down the table like dominoes. Shit.

They were the flat kind of trophies, like a block, made of perspex (cheapass glass, less easy to break). If they were made of glass, I would have shit my pants. A few fell onto the stage from the table.

My boss muttered to me that I was supposed to be helping her and I was just of no help.

I felt pretty bad, and I was really close to crying. It was really embarrassing and I don’t remember why I agreed to read out the names and help out on the stage in front of everyone. Bloody hell. ๐Ÿ˜ค

After we sorted that nightmare with the falling trophies, I finally got the hang of it. I still felt pretty crap standing up there after humiliating myself though. ๐Ÿ˜ณ

We had a little party and had food – lollies, chocolate, cakes, cordial. It was only for about half an hour but there was a lot of mess. Cleaning up wasn’t so bad though. ๐Ÿ™‚

I don’t really mind being on stage. I’ve been on stage many times for dance concerts, but with that, we’ve had rehearsals over and over.

I recall this one time Lilian I were in a band, and the microphones stuffed up on us. Our performance was downright crap, and since only my microphone was working, I was the only one who could be heard, and because I wasn’t singing all the parts of the song, it sounded terrible.

“Thanks,” I think I said into the microphone at the end. Unenthusiastically.

I should be used to performing in public now, what with my many music performances in high school, but I think we all dislike being on stage sometimes.

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