Had a semi-hectic day in the office yesterday covering a number of things and found myself signed up to train a client on technology I had not yet been trained on myself. When I asked about the points I was going to teach someone better qualified wisely stepped in and took it off my hands and took a moment to wonder why in the world I was going to go ahead and do something like that and not panic or freak out or ask if there was someone better to do it.
Improv training vs. real workplace strikes again.
You can be flexible and step up to challenges and say yes - all those good things that we teach people in improv and corporate 'this is how improv can make your workplace better' workshops all you want, that doesn't mean your job is the place to do it or that they're ready for people like that and your boss won't give you the 'WTF were you thinking' stare. I think I would have done just fine.
Afterward I made it home in time to catch Owen walking across the driveway with a beat up instrument case in hand looking very much like he was ready to run away and hop a train to blues stardom. Turns out the boys had talked their grandmother into unearthing a coronet that had been in storage for 15 years or so that belonged to their grandfather and their mom used to have to play back when they made kids play music in school.
So before dinner we opened the case up and cleaned off the mouthpieces and I began explaining to the boys how tricky it was to get sound out of the trumpet and what they needed to do with their lips to start....while I was talking Aidan put the trumpet to his lips and blew a note. Then after about 10 seconds Owen did the same. Apparently they're natural bluesmen. They spent some time playing with the instrument, getting more consistent each time, until we packed it up and spent dinner telling them they need to listen to a man named Miles Davis.
ah, my crazy little geniuses.
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