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spikewriter!
There's an excellent post byrahirah, here.
I should spend more time reading LJ. You guys are a really cool group. I mean, it would be pretty easy to entirely lose faith in the human race right now, but then I check my friends list and find so many interesting and thoughtful and decent people.
It amuses me that I came into work today and found this taped to our refrigerator.
Last week I went on a work retreat to Great Barrington, Massachusetts. I'd never been to MA before. It was rather stressful because I returned from a week in London, had one night at home, and then had to get up and go on this overnight trip. And we had a meeting at 8:30 in the morning, which is just way to much for me.
But anyway, it was mostly nice. The area was beautiful, we went on some walks, had some excellent vegan meals, had some boring but productive meetings, and then went bowling and played miniature golf and air hockey. It turns out I really suck at bowling. I broke three nails and knocked over something like 12 pins in an entire game. I also suck at air hockey, though I play violently and tend to send the puck flying off the hockey table. I am, however, a decent miniature golfer (or, at least, decent compared to most of my coworkers, who were strikingly bad). The whole experience was surreal, playing weird kid games with coworkers.
The best part was that I got my own hotel room, with a big bathtub and a giant king-sized bed. I felt all cool and stuff.
The worst part was the 3+ hour drive, in a van with all my coworkers, exhausted and motion sick. And the election results looming over us all.
Oh, and the miniature golf course, which was in a horrible stuffy indoor room and was apparently built in the 1980s and hadn't been cleaned since then. The water and sand traps were empty; the golf clubs were sticky and dirty; the room was abandoned except for us; one fountain with a cherub was destroyed, with pieces of the shattered cherub littering the course; broken body parts of golf clubs and balls were strewn all over the room; the ceiling and walls had been beaten in with golf clubs; and looming over all was a gigantic foam dragon with a broken fog machine in its mouth, covered in holes from golf clubs, and shedding chunks of foam all over the room. It was deeply disturbing; if purgatory were a miniature golf course, this would have been it.
spikewriter!There's an excellent post by
rahirah, here.I should spend more time reading LJ. You guys are a really cool group. I mean, it would be pretty easy to entirely lose faith in the human race right now, but then I check my friends list and find so many interesting and thoughtful and decent people.
It amuses me that I came into work today and found this taped to our refrigerator.
Last week I went on a work retreat to Great Barrington, Massachusetts. I'd never been to MA before. It was rather stressful because I returned from a week in London, had one night at home, and then had to get up and go on this overnight trip. And we had a meeting at 8:30 in the morning, which is just way to much for me.
But anyway, it was mostly nice. The area was beautiful, we went on some walks, had some excellent vegan meals, had some boring but productive meetings, and then went bowling and played miniature golf and air hockey. It turns out I really suck at bowling. I broke three nails and knocked over something like 12 pins in an entire game. I also suck at air hockey, though I play violently and tend to send the puck flying off the hockey table. I am, however, a decent miniature golfer (or, at least, decent compared to most of my coworkers, who were strikingly bad). The whole experience was surreal, playing weird kid games with coworkers.
The best part was that I got my own hotel room, with a big bathtub and a giant king-sized bed. I felt all cool and stuff.
The worst part was the 3+ hour drive, in a van with all my coworkers, exhausted and motion sick. And the election results looming over us all.
Oh, and the miniature golf course, which was in a horrible stuffy indoor room and was apparently built in the 1980s and hadn't been cleaned since then. The water and sand traps were empty; the golf clubs were sticky and dirty; the room was abandoned except for us; one fountain with a cherub was destroyed, with pieces of the shattered cherub littering the course; broken body parts of golf clubs and balls were strewn all over the room; the ceiling and walls had been beaten in with golf clubs; and looming over all was a gigantic foam dragon with a broken fog machine in its mouth, covered in holes from golf clubs, and shedding chunks of foam all over the room. It was deeply disturbing; if purgatory were a miniature golf course, this would have been it.
