>I know what would be expected here – hilarious stories about the horror show that was our glorious work retreat. Sorry to disappoint… but it was actually a good laugh and I enjoyed myself overall.
The weather was beautiful and it was nice to get out of the city. The only bad thing was that we were at some freaking golf resort area full of old people and for the most part we didn’t even leave the hotel grounds. So although I (and, by extension, Miller) have been to Portugal, I didn’t really see any of it. I will have to return some day.
My three favourite things about the trip:
- A coworker who dived into the wrong end of the pool and ended up with a huge mark on his forehead. Didn’t live it down for the rest of the weekend.
- When we were sitting, chilled out on the beach when another coworker enquired about beers and then said, “This is nice and all, but I’m thirsty.”
- Our team (Blue Friction Five… long story) totally kicked ass and “won”. Our price was a crystal. It looks like a glass rock.
>I’m surprised at how quickly 2008 is passing when I consider that I went through eight months without taking any vacation.
I won’t do that next year.
By the time I was ready for holidays, I was not in a very good mood anymore. I mean, granted, I had already quit my job once but if I didn’t have this last month off work I think I would have quit again. And now it is Tuesday and the temptation to walk is already growing. I can’t wait for Christmas.
First, to complain about work. Things aren’t changing around here as quickly as I would like, but I’m not going to give up quite yet. I’m definitely going to give it until after the Christmas holidays. I figure that way, if nothing else, I have a year’s employment at one company in the UK on my CV. Can’t hurt, can it? Although I may go crazy in the meanwhile and slaughter everyone I work with, but hey! It is worth that risk.
As some people know, my moms was here in London for the duration of my holidays. And we stayed in London. And it was lovely.
I hadn’t seen my moms in three years, and just before she got here I mentioned to her that it didn’t actually feel like that long. And it didn’t. I mean, after a certain amount of time, it is just time. But I tells ya… those last few hours, waiting at Gatwick for her to arrive… that felt like an eternity! I was so excited when she finally came through the gate.
Before you even think to ask: No. I didn’t cry. Neither did she. But we were both freaking excited.
I’m not going to go into detail about the three weeks. We did a lot of the touristy things in London, and a lot of non-touristy things. We went on long walks every day and chatted about things. It was very relaxing and I’m happy that I could finally share some of my travel experiences with my mommy.
I don’t know when I’ll make it back to Canada… but I do know that I don’t want another three flipping years to go by without a mommy-fix. People, it is far to long to go without seeing your family.