What better way to spend the afternoon bumming around, but not in Amelia Island. Sob, sob. It’s hard not get whiny about it when all this time I've been enjoying the frills of an employee without actually doing any work! So why do I get invited to all the affairs but not this business trip to Amelia Island? Duh….smash this pea brain of mine, I almost forgot I don’t work for them anymore. I doubt if they’ll get any work done at all. Not the most pleasant taste in your mouth – pure sour grapes!
Some of my good friends flew there today for what the company calls a “working vacation”. Give me a clue as to how that’s going to work (pun intended), with golf clubs in tow, Melena and Ray as the guilty suspects and bathing suits stuffed in their laptop cases? Ain't happening folks. Watch out for those sleepyheads during the presentations; you're better off trying some games of "egg hunt" around the plantation, you might just get some people to pay attention! Team building, a fancy name for it. Ha ha ha...
I sure miss my West Coast old buddies from work, Stace who talks a mile a minute, rattle off lectures, fingers flying on the keyboard; with all that info in her brains I'm surprised there's room left for the other senses like taste or smell! I love her dearly, but I admit her photographic memory and that brain of hers intimidate me. Kind of makes me feel I'm lost in the Google world of intelligent folks. Although, I heard Stacey asked for me; I was touched. Best mentor I've had, but you better absorb what she teaches you, or else! No, she's not one to terrorize her mentees, she just has no patience for dead cells, she can kill you with that look . Yikes!!!
Sounds of the ocean, championship courses, quiet and relaxed atmosphere - I bet you guys are going to have fun. Would I trade retirement for those frills? Naah, I'll pass. The body is willing but the spirit is not, or some crazy thingy!
A good nap, if that's what you'd call two hours of sleep, on a Sunday afternoon, was the best I could say for myself after working hard in the garden last week. I heard my poor body saying " Give me a break, it's a Sunday for crying out loud" and so I gave in grudgingly.
A Hitchcock movie tonight. Add to that a can of Sprite and some chippies, that should keep me out of trouble, you think? Oh no! Not quite, with all that sugar fix, I'll probably be up all night. The suspense movie won't scare me (I'll be busy looking for Alfred himself in his movie), I'm cheating - I've seen it many times - North by Northwest and yes I'm a big Hitchcok fan. A big fan also - of Cary Grant who else?
And that's life in Gilligan's Island..
