Big Al’s Blog: She never wants to talk to me again?
Big Al’s Blog: She never wants to talk to me again?

How is it that a conversation between me and my girlfriend go from me telling her how awesome I think she is to her telling me she never wants to talk to me again? Trust me, it can. It all started out so innocently. We both work all day in most cases. I work on the radio and then, I turn into Mr. businessman as I continue to come up with the greatest ideas EVER that consistently attract anywhere from 5-10 people to my bar. And she works all day long trying to save lives. So, at the end of the day, we usually have our share of stories to share with each other. Some of them funny. Some of them are weird. Some of them are unbelievable.

onphoneSo, last night, I had an idea that I thought was going to be a great one. A Golden Tee Golf Tournament that would be played at the bar and I would have a great prize. Well, to make a long story short, it didn’t go too well. 6 people showed up. but the thing is when promotions don’t go well, I take it kind of personally. Its like I had this great idea and it flopped. And so it puts me in a funk. Especially, when I have spent money trying to promote it. Anyway, I left the bar and met up with my girlfriend at my favorite restaurant. I tried to put myself in a good mood but it wasn’t really working. I apologized for being in a suckie mood and also I apologized for not letting it go. (I felt like I was now beating her down with the details of how the night went so bad but she did her best to listen and make me feel better.)

Then it came time for her to tell me about her day. She had a few patients that had some serious issues and she had just left work as well so these cases were fresh on her mind. She began by telling me about how they had a person that they were working on that had come in by ambulance with a chest wound. That’s when I heard the notification that I had a text message. (enter text message sound effect). It was a guy that was letting me know that he was coming to the bar and he was excited about the Golden Tee Tournament. I replied to his text letting him know that I had cancelled the tournament. (enter texting/typing sound effect) Meanwhile, my girlfriend was still telling me about this guy and his life threatening injury. She continued explaining how they had to work on him for hours and hours. about 3 minutes later I received another text from ANOTHER guy telling me HE was on the way to enter the Golden Tee tournament and he had 8 people with him. WOW, now I had 10-12 people on the way to the bar to play Golden Tee. Maybe my promotion wasn’t such a failure after all. Meanwhile, my girlfriend is still talking to me about how this person was in a “touch and go” situation and they were working furiously trying to help him. But, I couldn’t focus on that. I had told my bartender that was in charge to cancel the tournament. Now I needed to text him to tell him that 12 people were on their way to participate. So now, while im “listening” to my girlfriend’s conversation, AFTER she has listened to me talk about my crappy day, I have 3 text messages going. I’m talking to the first guy telling him to come on and join the tournament. I’m replying to the second guy telling him to come on down and bring his friends. And I’m texting my bartender telling him that people are on the way and your boss isn’t as stupid as we thought. My Mood is changing… I’m starting to feel a little bit better about my prospects as a businessman and I’m thinking I’m not a failure after all. My poor girlfriend is still talking about this poor guy but I couldn’t tell you one thing she was saying. I just replied to her with the occasional “uh-huh” or maybe an “Ok.” Then, she ended with, “and we couldn’t save him and he died.” Now, I didn’t KNOW that’s how the story ended…she told me that after the fact. But I did notice in between my texts that she had stopped talking. So, I said what I thought would be a “Safe, Blanket statement.” I said, “Wow, that’s awesome baby… good job!” try that with someone…tell them to tell you, “we couldn’t save him…he died.” And then follow that up with Wow, that’s awesome baby, good job!

That’s when she told me that she would never talk to me about her day ever again.