I am back! My body may be alive but as a human, I am braindead.
My company's national sales meeting in San Francisco didn't totally kill me, thanks to the multiple glasses of wine I drank nightly (my liver on the other hand...).
The days: long and slightly boring as my region of sales reps rotated from room to room to learn about all the new products. Thankfully, there are a few of us smartasses who sit next to each other to make the sessions more entertaining. There's something about sales meetings that make a bunch of twenty and thirty-somethings retract to middle school.
The next days: the same as the other days but with hangovers (thankfully, I learned my lesson last time -- went a little something like this: "never again" -- and I did not achieve hangover status during this sales meeting). Wash, rinse, repeat for 6 days and there's your winter national sales meeting.
I could not have been happier to walk in my door where B greeted me with open arms. While I made the most of my sales meeting and being gone for so. freaking. long., it was wonderful to be back in a familiar place. Since I was couped up in the hotel for 6 days (except for one day off that I got to spend with Red Weenie, a good friend since junior high who moved to SF about 2 years ago) I felt like I had traveled to a whole other world and when I got home, I had to re-orient myself with our house. I went around touching things and smelling things; it was a very weird feeling to regain my freedom and take ownership of my space.
But after a few hours, I got back in the groove and felt at ease as B and I cuddled on the couch, catching up on some Tivo and enjoying some ice cream.Just like old times.
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