I’ve been busy. (I know, I know, most boring phrase to read in a blog.)
The good kind of busy when you get home at night, and you fall instantly to sleep, feeling like you’ve earned your days work on earth.
You feel like the big G would be proud of you. You are earning (hopefully) your rest in heaven.
Today I conducted a huge info session. We had a group of about three hundred people. And like any good event all sorts of fun things went wrong at the last minute: Banquet Hall people, who despite me meeting with them umpteen times and letting them know everyone would be there at 8.30 am sharp, got the impression we would start at 10 and began to mosey on in at 8.15. Little projector screen that went berserk I think for its own mirth. Big Whigs, who demanded we have five copies of their presentations printed out, yet didn’t even glance their way at the end of it (oh the trees, the trees,) coffee and tea which no matter how many times I ordered fresh pots, tasted tepid at best.
Overall the session went well. I rediscovered that speaking truly is an art form. Our second presenter was a consultant; tall, hot, oozing sex appeal and a voice you would beg to say naughty things to you at night. He had pizzazz and a passion for his subject which seemed to create a self made spot light on him. It was a revelation to see people dozing off and somehow come alive once he came on. I swear a few women were actually clutching their seats at the end of it all. Made me have a new appreciation for the Benny Hinn folks, who for the record I think are the cleverest shysters yet.
The funniest moment for me though, was when my absolutely 100% white boss, dressed in her beautiful black suit, with an elegant pearl set adorning her fragile neck, came around to my team and gave us props. She said to my bemused face, “Yo CP, Bump me some.”