You are jealous aren't you?
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
I like to keep it anonymous as possible, thus any references to my day job are as few as possible. But in this case I feel as if my hands are tied, because for the first time in a 1-year I actually had a lot of fun at our conferences. So some of the highlights watered down as much as possible.
1. We had it in a hot place. And it was hot.
2. The planes, both coming and going were on time. This is big, since I've been flying around almost twice a month.
3. I thought I had to room with someone. In fact, I did not. This is huge, because when I'm in hotels I have a tendency to want to walk around either naked, or in the yummy bathrobe the entire time. Also, the room was huge, with the best bed I've ever slept in - better than the Washington DC Ritz. PR lady actually bought one of the pillows, it was so good.
4. The bathroom, which was roughly the size of our NYC conference room, had a jacuzzi tub and a TV. You bet your sweet ya-ya NYC lezie got in that tub with a glass of wine and watched reruns of 'sex and the city' one night after the meetings.
5. Got a massage on the company. Looking like a mental patient high on crack afterward in front of your colleagues: priceless.
6. Witnessed the relatively high-profile CEO of the company karaoke 'Natural Woman’, among other tunes. This is entirely out of character. Those of my faithful readers who know where I work will surely be amused at the visual.
7. After we closed down the Monday night party, went to the lobby bar and got sponsored (my lexicon for someone buying me a drink) by the head of one of the departments I work with. Said sponsor was also uncharacteristically funny during her time up at the podium earlier that day. Now have crush on unfortunately married head of department.
8. Had some Cubans with a new recruit in another department. Again, married. This is NYC Lezie's luck.
9. Spoke French with my personal Haitian driver.
10. Didn't have to sit in my stuffy office for the past three days.
Yes, I did work.
Alcohol units: um, a lot.
Cuban cigars: 2 1/2.
Weight gain: 20,000 lbs (well that’s what it feels like)
Pieces of roast lamb: 3. (See above)
Pieces of sushi: lots
Office gossip units: A LOT!!! Now I know the 411 on who is fucking who.
1. We had it in a hot place. And it was hot.
2. The planes, both coming and going were on time. This is big, since I've been flying around almost twice a month.
3. I thought I had to room with someone. In fact, I did not. This is huge, because when I'm in hotels I have a tendency to want to walk around either naked, or in the yummy bathrobe the entire time. Also, the room was huge, with the best bed I've ever slept in - better than the Washington DC Ritz. PR lady actually bought one of the pillows, it was so good.
4. The bathroom, which was roughly the size of our NYC conference room, had a jacuzzi tub and a TV. You bet your sweet ya-ya NYC lezie got in that tub with a glass of wine and watched reruns of 'sex and the city' one night after the meetings.
5. Got a massage on the company. Looking like a mental patient high on crack afterward in front of your colleagues: priceless.
6. Witnessed the relatively high-profile CEO of the company karaoke 'Natural Woman’, among other tunes. This is entirely out of character. Those of my faithful readers who know where I work will surely be amused at the visual.
7. After we closed down the Monday night party, went to the lobby bar and got sponsored (my lexicon for someone buying me a drink) by the head of one of the departments I work with. Said sponsor was also uncharacteristically funny during her time up at the podium earlier that day. Now have crush on unfortunately married head of department.
8. Had some Cubans with a new recruit in another department. Again, married. This is NYC Lezie's luck.
9. Spoke French with my personal Haitian driver.
10. Didn't have to sit in my stuffy office for the past three days.
Yes, I did work.
Alcohol units: um, a lot.
Cuban cigars: 2 1/2.
Weight gain: 20,000 lbs (well that’s what it feels like)
Pieces of roast lamb: 3. (See above)
Pieces of sushi: lots
Office gossip units: A LOT!!! Now I know the 411 on who is fucking who.
