I'm Pam Newman.
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I'm a writer of aricles, poems & songs. Here's some cool stuff I wrote.
When I was like, 21, I was a workaholic.
I still am now, but I’m burned out on working at boring jobs.
Anyway, in 2002 I still lived in Philadelphia and I had a full-time job working for a dot com. I was doing their tech support (I was their entire tech support staff, lol). I also had several various part-time jobs to keep me occupied.
A friend & co-worker hooked me up with this one place doing Event Staffing.
I would cater, be “Security,” for big events, show up at places and sell soft pretzels and sodas, whatever they needed.
Well one week, they needed a TON of people to work this event at Veterans Stadium, which is now demolished. It turned out that the Rolling Stones were in town, and they needed additional security for the event.
Now, was a nerdy 21 year old skinny girl. Well the past tense only applies to the 21 and skinny… but that’s another story. The point is that I didn’t fit the critera for what I considered security, but whatever, $10 an hour for an evening when I wasn’t even busy.
There was this little secret part of me that was also FREAKING OUT!! I’d never seen the Stones live, and if I could actually get PAID TO WATCH THEM?!?! OMG!
I tried my best not to get my hopes up too high, because there was a much more likely chance that I would be assigned to a door somewhere, re-verifying tickets, or maybe behind a counter somewhere protecting a cash register.
I got to the stadium with the rest of the staff around 4:30pm or so (I think I ditched early on work that day), and we were handed bright yellow shirts that said, “Security,” on the back in blue letters. My co-worker and I put the shirts on and sat around for a while. Various chatting went around about how cool it would be to see the stones tonight, but I remained sober in my attitude: “Might not get to watch the show, for real, you guys. We’re here to work. Even though this is THE rock band! YEAH!”
So we are assigned our stations.
I was assigned a spot next to a staircase…. with a DIRECT VIEW OF THE STAGE!
OH MY GOD YEAH!
My job was to make sure people were in the right section, and to report if any drunk people got too rowdy. Nobody was around to supervise me.
I got to watch 80% of the entire show!
The Rolling Stones are absolutely the best rock show I’ve ever seen. Those guys are professionals and know exactly how to work a crowd like a hooker works a corner, man. It was amazing. I danced until I sweat, and I sweat until I had to dance more to shake it off!
I danced with strangers, and was even invited to come stand down in the isles with some super-nice people who were mom & dad age to me. They were so excited (and drunk), they gave me hugs when the concert was over.
Anyway, sending me to the Grammys for free is along the lines of the way I ought to go. They fell on my birthday last year, and it would be a stellar post-birthday present to go this year.
If not, I’ll see you guys once I release a major-label album, and you’re awarding one to me. ;-)