all life is a blur of boring speakers and food
I know. I'm hideously lame. It's just that you get so far behind on your blogging and you start to think "ahhh, to hell with it. It's time to just give it up." But I'm here. I should be sleeping.
I'm in Phoenix, attending Corporation's national sales meeting borefest/pig-out-of-massive-proportions.
First, the food. It's really good this year (as opposed to the sauce-covered swill we were served 3 times a day in Montreal which had us itching for McDonald's for Christ's sake!). Of course, it's Southwestern-inspired. Which is more than fine with me. I've been craving fish and, the first night, I had a choice of halibut, salmon, or bass, along with Southwestern (of course) crab cakes.
We get 6 meals a day at these things: breakfast (even the potatoes were delicious!), a mid-morning snack (granola, granola bars, fruit, yogurt), lunch (again--delicious!), mid-afternoon snack (frickin' chocolate fondue!!, milk and cookies--seriously!), dinner (off-site tonight, so not as good as here at the resort, but it came with a rodeo "show" that was interesting and even funny) and, starting tomorrow night, a hospitality tent with booze and appetizers. So there is some good in this world.
If you can stay awake through the sessions.
Our sessions (well, the sessions I put together but will present with one other person--we'll call him "Satan") will probably be not-so-fun as the audience will be learning the fascinating details of world history and econ books, but they WILL be informative.
Still, I'd be halfway enjoying myself if I didn't have to pull an hour long presentation for an adoption committee out of my rear end sometime this week. I've never done this particular task (presented for an adoption committee, that is--I pull things out of my ass on a regular basis. I call it "work"). Yeah, I got stuck doing something that someone else should be doing, and I'm making it even worse for myself because I've now committed to seeing an old college buddy (on Thursday) and my husband's cousins (on Friday). I love these people and will be thrilled to see them, but I have that awful twinge of anxiety that you can feel filling your chest when I think about what I should be doing, which is getting that damn presentation together. Did I mention it was on Monday? Yikes.
So, anyway, I took time out of my schedule to write this and move the stupid title of my last blog down out of view. I finished the cookie I snagged and I'm ready for bed.
Good night, dear reader!
I'm in Phoenix, attending Corporation's national sales meeting borefest/pig-out-of-massive-proportions.
First, the food. It's really good this year (as opposed to the sauce-covered swill we were served 3 times a day in Montreal which had us itching for McDonald's for Christ's sake!). Of course, it's Southwestern-inspired. Which is more than fine with me. I've been craving fish and, the first night, I had a choice of halibut, salmon, or bass, along with Southwestern (of course) crab cakes.
We get 6 meals a day at these things: breakfast (even the potatoes were delicious!), a mid-morning snack (granola, granola bars, fruit, yogurt), lunch (again--delicious!), mid-afternoon snack (frickin' chocolate fondue!!, milk and cookies--seriously!), dinner (off-site tonight, so not as good as here at the resort, but it came with a rodeo "show" that was interesting and even funny) and, starting tomorrow night, a hospitality tent with booze and appetizers. So there is some good in this world.
If you can stay awake through the sessions.
Our sessions (well, the sessions I put together but will present with one other person--we'll call him "Satan") will probably be not-so-fun as the audience will be learning the fascinating details of world history and econ books, but they WILL be informative.
Still, I'd be halfway enjoying myself if I didn't have to pull an hour long presentation for an adoption committee out of my rear end sometime this week. I've never done this particular task (presented for an adoption committee, that is--I pull things out of my ass on a regular basis. I call it "work"). Yeah, I got stuck doing something that someone else should be doing, and I'm making it even worse for myself because I've now committed to seeing an old college buddy (on Thursday) and my husband's cousins (on Friday). I love these people and will be thrilled to see them, but I have that awful twinge of anxiety that you can feel filling your chest when I think about what I should be doing, which is getting that damn presentation together. Did I mention it was on Monday? Yikes.
So, anyway, I took time out of my schedule to write this and move the stupid title of my last blog down out of view. I finished the cookie I snagged and I'm ready for bed.
Good night, dear reader!
posted by lulu | 9:06 PM
2 Comments:
All non-professional bloggers have dry spells in which we don't post very frequently.
I used to write something three or four times a week, but now I'm lucky to do one a week and even luckier if anyone cares about what it says.
One good, thoughful, insightful post written every three months is worth more than three weeks of tripe.
I'm sitting here grinning at your plight, just so you your efforts aren't for nought (or is it naught, not, knot, naut). Glad to hear you and Satan are at least well fed.
and go bucks
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