I Can't Really Say It Was All Free, Since I Bought a Week's Worth of New Clothes for It
If only there wasn't this fear of being fired, I could tell you all about my conference this week. The wine, famous people, numb asses, posh hotel room, wine, speeches, frou-frou food, men in suits, meetings, Power Point presentations, laughing, dancing, and did I mention the wine?
And unlike the unfortunate Conventioneers mentioned below, I do not have anyone wishing I'd transfer out of state. (At least, nobody who didn't already.) So that's good. Right?
It was the best meeting I've been to so far, perhaps because this year I let myself have fun. I shocked over a dozen people by willingly shaking my ass on the dance floor, no dragging, kicking or screaming required. I got to know people I hadn't bothered to before, we bonded over stupid jokes, and now the thought of relocating and leaving them all makes me slightly queasy.
Of course, that could be the wine still talking. When the cute waiter in the tux offers, how can you say no?
posted by Vicarious Living @ 3:14 AM
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2 Comments:
Glad you had fun! Come back soon!
The company I work for just had a conference last week. Besides all the things you mentioned, I'd like to add lower back pain, uncomfortable shoes, (and if I'm complaining about it, then I know the ladies have it much worse than me) thermostat hell, and "having to talk about parts of the company you know nothing about to a stranger who doesn't even care that much and just asked you so they'd feel less uncomfortable."
And by the way, thanks for actually reading my blog and stickign with me despite my apparent schedule of posting based on which planets are in alignment.
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