Wish Me Luck in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • Dec. 7, 2002, midnight
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Preparing myself for five more days away from the computer. I hate that I’m so addicted to the internet….I’m constantly checking e-mail, the weather, OD, etc. Suppose it’s good to break away sometimes. Hopefully I’ll have some time on Sunday to sip coffee and read the newspaper in a more relaxed fashion. Or sleep. That would be nice. Yeah. Sleep.

But I know that’s not gonna happen. See, I’m on my way to my company’s annual sales and marketing meeting…in Miami, no less. You know how much I love Miami and how exhausted I get from these “work” trips.

And I got wangled into going with the “early” group. Yes, the group that goes in on Saturday and causes all kinds of mayhem until early Monday morning when the meetings start.

Urgh. I’m actually dreading this a little bit.

Because this is my time to shine for the first time in front of the whole company. I will be giving no less than four presentations to four different groups. My saving grace is that the groups will be hungover at 8:00 each morning (that’s when I go on!), so I need to keep my talk short, sweet and very much to the point. Lively? Not so sure. I’ll do my best under the circumstances.

And I must remember not to go all balls out during this particular excursion. Because this is how reputations are made and nasty gossip starts. I’ve found that this group is very, very gossipy…and I would have to say that the men are worse than the women. Gotta remember to be on my better behavior and to try to not get so sloshed.

Gotta remember.

Gotta remember…

Met my new friend Kim at this great little tavern last night. Caught the tail end of her law firm’s annual holiday luncheon. Yes. It lasted from 11:00am until….well, whenever they left last night. I had to leave early to come home and pack for this trip.

Kim is really adorable, and I hope we become fast friends. I left her last night in the capable hands of another attorney. One that I can tell she’s digging heavily. And vice versa. I was most definitely a third wheel in that drunkfest. And an oddball. I was completely sober!

Anyway. Gotta remember that place because it was so cool. On the outskirts of one of the most beautiful neighborhoods I think I’ve ever driven through. This place is not so bad after all. I think I could possibly settle here!

Maybe.

Now I need to run. There’s preparations to make and planes to catch and more speech notes to write on them.

Please send good vibes!

Thanks!


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