A Prize for your Efforts

A Prize for your Efforts

Mamacita says:  I made the mistake of checking my teacher’s retirement fund online, and now I’m quite upset.  Not upset enough to cancel Christmas over it, because I need a holiday more than ever now, but upset nonetheless.  I wish I hadn’t looked.  I think I was better off not knowing for sure.

So I’m listening to music.  I always listen to music when I sit here at my computer because I am not a person who does well in silence; I really need some chaos going on around me to help me focus.  Whether this is a result of growing up in a tiny house with three siblings, I couldn’t tell you, but I CAN tell you that I hate silence.  It’s creepy, and makes me look up and around constantly, and then I’m disoriented when I look back at my work.  When the music is playing, I can gauge how much time has passed by how many songs I’ve heard, and I’m not driven to keep looking up and around all the time.  I sit here and do my work, happily, humming and singing along, and content to KEEP working until I’m finished.

What am I listening to, tonight?  This:

1.  Eva’s Final Broadcast – Mandy Patinkin and Patti LuPone

2.  All For The Best – David Haskell & Stephen Nathan

3.  You Gotta Have a Gimmick – Faith Dane, Chotzi Foley, & Maria Karnilova

4.  Rose Tint My World: Floor Show/Fanfare/Don’t Dream It/Wild And Untamed Thing – Tim Curry

5.  Many A New Day – Joan Roberts

6.  The First Man You Remember – Kevin Colson

7.  I’d Give My Life For You – Lea Salonga

8.  Dance: Ten, Looks: Three – Pamela Blair

9.  Pilate’s Dream – Barry Dennen

10.  Gus, The Theatre Cat – Susan Jane Tanner & Stephen Tate

11.  The Point of No Return – Michael Crawford, Sarah Brightman

12.  On My Own – Frances Ruffelle

13.  Hello, Little Girl – Robert Westenberg

14.  What’s The Use of Won’drin – Jan Clayton

15.  Before I Gaze At You Again – Julie Andrews

16.  This Nearly Was Mine – Ezio Pinza

17.  Til’ There Was You – Barbara Cook

18.  Light My Candle – Rosario Dawson & Adam Pascal

19.  How Long Must This Go On? – Terrence Mann

20.  Don’t Tell Mama – Jill Haworth

21.  A Secretary is Not a Toy – Rudy Vallee

22.  Shadowland – Heather Headley

23.  Those Were The Good Old Days – Ray Walston

24.  No Time At All – Irene Ryan

25.  Sabbath Prayer – Zero Mostel & Maria Karnilova

Yes, I set my showtunes on “random” and this is what I got this afternoon.  Yes, this list is but a drop in the bucket compared to all of my showtunes.  Yes, I am crazy about showtunes.  Yes, I much prefer the original cast, unless you are Hugh Jackman, and even then, I want BOTH versions.

What I really want to know is this:  How many of YOU know which shows these songs came from?  The first person to e-mail me with a list of shows from which these songs came, will get. . . . um, will get. . . .

How about if I make a Christmas stocking for each member of your family?  Is that a good prize?

So be it then.  If I’ve already made Christmas stockings for your family, please go for it anyway.  I’ll send you something else.

Mamacita aims to please.  How’s my aim?  Did I hit anything?

Things Nice People Already Know: Good Manners

Mamacita says:  When the parking lot is nearly empty and there are spaces galore, why does someone always have to park right smack next to my car?  There’s no reason for that, except plain ol’ bad manners.  Skip a space, you inconsiderate moron.

When the restaurant is nearly deserted and there are empty tables everywhere, why would a big party of loud people be seated right smack next to someone else?  It makes no sense; it just tells me that this restaurant is poorly managed.  In fact, why would a good restaurant seat ANYBODY right next to someone else?  People need their personal space, especially when they’re dining out.  If the place is packed, that’s one thing; if the place has plenty of available space, it demonstrates a complete and total lack of consideration to put people in each other’s laps.  Strangers at your elbows spoil the evening. This is also an easy way to instantly tell a good restaurant from a bad restaurant.  Yes,  each server has his/her “area,” but the purpose of a restaurant is to serve the public, not placate the waitstaff.  There’s a big steakhouse in Bloomington that I will never return to, because of the way they seated us the one night we went there.  I’ve been a server; I know.

When the theater is nearly empty and people come in and plop themselves down directly in front of someone else, or beside them, or even behind them, that’s rude, too.  And if you’re extra large, sit in the back.  It’s just good manners.  Oh, and don’t talk; that used to be a given, but these days, people seem to think they’ve got a right to converse wherever they are.  In a theater, nice people are dead stone silent, and if someone simply MUST have dinner at the movies, he/she should have the brains and the consideration to unwrap anything in crinkly paper out in the lobby, so others are not disturbed by someone’s insatiable need to eat everywhere they go.  If someone in your party is too young/too old/too selfish/too whatever to understand these things, they’ve got no business in a theater where other people paid to see AND hear a movie.  A theater is not like Nascar, or a baseball game, or an outdoor concert.  In a theater, nice people behave themselves and don’t disturb others.  If you can’t understand that, go home.  Please, go home.  And take your cell phone with you.

Most of the problems in society today could be solved if people just remembered their manners, and refused to allow rude people’s “rights” to overrule common sense and the rights of everyone else.  I miss the days when all theaters employed ushers to kick out anyone who disturbed the peace.  There was something so satisfying, so RIGHT, to see these jokers and boors escorted out the door.

As long as we tolerate these inconsiderate people, in ANY aspect of life, we’re going to keep having them: in our schools, in our neighborhoods, and everywhere we go.  We’ve become so “tolerant” of rude people that we just expect to encounter them, and no effort is made by anyone to put a stop to it!  This just makes the problem worse, as these people grow up firmly believing they’ve got a right to behave any way they want and do what they please, no matter where they are.

Bring back the ushers.  Hire smart people.  Use some common sense.  Throw out all the rude people.  Why is that so hard?  Some of these boors don’t even know they’re boors!  They’ve just behaved that way all their lives and so has everyone they know.

Throw ’em out.  They bring our world down.  They make our lives sloppy, and loud, and rude, and selfish, and, for those who feel they must eat no matter where they are, FAT.  Throw ’em out.  If they won’t behave, throw ’em out.

Period.

P.S.  Ditto for our schools.

A Thank-you Note to My Students

Mamacita says:  My students this semester are, for the most part, some of the nicest people I’ve ever met:  hardworking and sincere, with good attitudes, and sincerely trying to attain their goals.  To say that many of them have difficult lives would be an understatement, but they are trying to go to school in between various crises.  Slacker students are earning their unpleasant fates, and those are fates they deserve, no question about it, but the students I have right now, at least most of them, DON’T deserve the hand life has dealt them right now, and I will move heaven and earth to help them in any way that I can.

There is nothing that impresses a teacher like a pleasant, hard-working student who doesn’t make excuses – he/she makes progress.

Thank you, fall semester 08 students.

I am Mamacita. Accept no substitutes!

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