The supervisor's out of town again this week and when I arrived at work early this morning, the little red light of death was flashing on my desk phone. I had a message. I hate messages. Especially ones left by a co-worker complaining of yet another ailment that will keep her from the office, but she'll "try to make it in tomorrow." And another co-worker in my department was off at 1:00 so "I hope that's okay."
It was fine. Really, it was. I felt empowered sitting at my desk answering call after call after call and responding to email after email after email. I was customer servicing up a storm. Let my fellow colleagues do what they want! I play the role of martyr quite well.
Anyway...
Anyway...
A teenage dream of mine came true last week. A small one. I saw my cousins chatting online about the upcoming Josh Groban concert, at which point I shamelessly jumped into the conversation. Josh Groban?? After a brief discussion, we agreed we all wanted to go together and surprise our moms with tickets on Mother's Day. (Any dream can come true if the price is right.) My mom was thrilled and I was thrilled she was thrilled. My dad remarked, "There better be a ticket for me come Father's Day." Um, there won't be...
Most of all I'm thrilled because while I consider myself a Josh Groban fan, I have never seen him in concert (or otherwise). And it's about time. When I'm "discovered" by Josh amid the hoards of other screaming girls and their mothers (and fathers?), I will blog all about it... But only if I'm not too busy in the studio recording songs for our debut album.
Coming soon to iTunes...
Praise for this album...
"In the newly discovered Lauren Waters, Josh Groban finds his true equal."
-Simon Cowell-
"Lauren & Josh's vocal chemistry will leave you spellbound."
-Rolling Stone-
"I wept."
-Oprah Winfrey-
"It was like listening to a young Julie Andrews."
-Julie Andrews-
