Pity Party at The Music Desk

Greetings from the Stoic Desk. We hope all is well with you, but pleasantries aside, our purpose here tonight is to report that the Music Desk has fallen into the deep end of a pool of self-pity.

The Music Desk hadn't been to a live-music show since they saw Animal Collective at Symphony Hall back on July 17, and were really looking forward to catching The Mattson 2 tonight at Aisle 5. One last show before the summer ends.

But as luck would have it, the Work Desk (also known as the Job Desk), had other plans, and kept them at work late today.  The Music Desk didn't get home until almost 8:00 p.m., thinking the doors at Aisle 5 had already opened at 7:00.  Worse, the M.D. was exhausted and still has one last day of intense deadline beating before they can relax over the three-day Labor Day weekend.  The M.D. is apparently paying the price now for the Work Desk (aka the Job Desk) being at the environmental conference down at Jekyll Island most of last week.  This week is apparently all about catching back up, teleconferences, meetings, power lunches, marketing, report deadlines, budget projections, etc., and every client wants their product, report, etc. before the holiday weekend arrives.

So, even after the Music Desk realized that the doors don't actually open at Aisle 5 until 8:30 and that they could still make the show if they left right then, they were too tired to go and too concerned about staying out late when they still have so much left to do tomorrow, and can't afford to be dragging butt all day because they were out at a show until midnight the night before.

Such is the self pity over at the Music Desk. Actually, we here at the Stoic Desk sincerely feel sorry for them, because we recognize that the only real reason they aren't going out tonight, checking out for themselves how the Mattson 2 perform A Love Supreme on electric guitar, is because of their own decisions.  They're the ones keeping themselves from going out, not the Work Desk (or Job Desk if you will).  In fact, if they really wanted to get back at the Work/Job Desk and get their revenge, they'd go to the show tonight, stay out as late as they possibly could, and then sit back humming A Love Supreme all the next morning while the other desk suffers and bumbles through the day.

But apparently that's not going to happen, as the Music Desk instead is choosing to feel sorry for themselves.  That's the bed they made, and they're all set to sleep in it.  C'est la vie.