I'm not a big fan of "women's" events, for multiple reasons which deserve a post of their own. But the other evening I was sitting at my desk and my phone rang and, unthinking, I just picked it up because -- well, unthinking. And a woman identified herself as a partner in Corporate and started very nicely twisting my arm to go to an event, the dreaded women's event. Being weak (and caught off guard) I agreed.
Dagnabbit.
It's tomorrow, unless somehow my afternoon client meeting goes way, way long. One can always hope.
In other news: it's supposed to be too rainy to ride this weekend, which makes me sad. The kids seem to be in the midst of insanely hard semesters. My dad's Big Birthday Bash is on, and I've informed Work that I will be Gone that weekend -- which will rather suck for one or two of my coworkers.
Yes, insanely hard semester. On the plus side, I get to sleep tomorrow night!
Posted by: Boy | October 15, 2009 at 12:54 PM
Insane indeed, though your workload doesn't seem any less insane than ours these days. Good luck with the event though, I'm glad I don't have any of those to go to.
Posted by: Girlchild | October 16, 2009 at 02:14 PM