Well, I'm back from Vegas, and I don't have any great insights I feel like posting. Well, I have tons I want posted, but I don't feel like actually posting them. It's a vicious cycle, I know.
One thing's certain: I don't like Vegas, just as I suspected I wouldn't. It's everything I dislike about the States, rolled into a big ball, multiplied by five hundred chinging slot machines and covered in sparkly neon lights, being rolled along by loud, crass, belching men in "I Heart Sin City" Tshirts next to their boob-jobbed, red tube top clad arm candy girlfriends. Blech - tacky.
My favourite part of my stay was sitting in my in-room hot tub for an hour reading a book late Tuesday night. I'm such a party animal :)
The multi-level marketing platform I went to check out makes me drool - gimme. Seriously. It would make my job uber fantastic. Now, we just have to convince the upper echilon at the company that it should be 'core' - meaning that they'd think it's imporant enough to actually SPEND MONEY on.
Daphne's prediction: Not gonna happen. They'll try to convince this company to give it to us for free because "they'd benefit from a partnership with us" - but the company is actually too smart for that, so they'll tell us to shove it hard and sideways up an uncomfortable spot. And poor little Daphne will be left communicating in the old-fashioned way - only one step ahead of sending out snail mail or leaving post-its on everyone's monitors whenever I have something to tell them.
That's just my prediction though.
In other work-related news - Birk (another surviving Marketing member) thinks he's going to get canned - and actually hopes he will b/c it would make him (1) leave (2) get a new job, and (3) stop hating the hours between 9 and 5 so much.
Also, the Event Planner thinks she has less than 3 weeks before she's also 'made redundant'.
We were daydreaming today about how satisfying it would be if the Marketing team (3 of us) and the Event Planner were to all walk out one day - I think we could just print off 4 copies of my brother's resignation letter (that has already been tailored and used by one person at our company), and just fill in the blanks in pen and leave it on the new boss' desk.
That would be the second best day of my life (right below January 30th, 2006 - the day I got to put a sparkly ring on my finger AND go see Bon Jovi). Honestly - right up there. Better than my 24th birthday in Bologna, Italia; Better than the day I found myself singing in the centre of a 2000 year old pink marble roman amphitheatre. Better than any day spent entirely in bed. Better than that day in grade 3 that Bobby Murray got in shit for stealing my favourite eraser (jerkface) or the day I got my grade 5 teacher on probation for being a sexist prick. Better than pretty much anything.
One thing's certain: I don't like Vegas, just as I suspected I wouldn't. It's everything I dislike about the States, rolled into a big ball, multiplied by five hundred chinging slot machines and covered in sparkly neon lights, being rolled along by loud, crass, belching men in "I Heart Sin City" Tshirts next to their boob-jobbed, red tube top clad arm candy girlfriends. Blech - tacky.
My favourite part of my stay was sitting in my in-room hot tub for an hour reading a book late Tuesday night. I'm such a party animal :)
The multi-level marketing platform I went to check out makes me drool - gimme. Seriously. It would make my job uber fantastic. Now, we just have to convince the upper echilon at the company that it should be 'core' - meaning that they'd think it's imporant enough to actually SPEND MONEY on.
Daphne's prediction: Not gonna happen. They'll try to convince this company to give it to us for free because "they'd benefit from a partnership with us" - but the company is actually too smart for that, so they'll tell us to shove it hard and sideways up an uncomfortable spot. And poor little Daphne will be left communicating in the old-fashioned way - only one step ahead of sending out snail mail or leaving post-its on everyone's monitors whenever I have something to tell them.
That's just my prediction though.
In other work-related news - Birk (another surviving Marketing member) thinks he's going to get canned - and actually hopes he will b/c it would make him (1) leave (2) get a new job, and (3) stop hating the hours between 9 and 5 so much.
Also, the Event Planner thinks she has less than 3 weeks before she's also 'made redundant'.
We were daydreaming today about how satisfying it would be if the Marketing team (3 of us) and the Event Planner were to all walk out one day - I think we could just print off 4 copies of my brother's resignation letter (that has already been tailored and used by one person at our company), and just fill in the blanks in pen and leave it on the new boss' desk.
That would be the second best day of my life (right below January 30th, 2006 - the day I got to put a sparkly ring on my finger AND go see Bon Jovi). Honestly - right up there. Better than my 24th birthday in Bologna, Italia; Better than the day I found myself singing in the centre of a 2000 year old pink marble roman amphitheatre. Better than any day spent entirely in bed. Better than that day in grade 3 that Bobby Murray got in shit for stealing my favourite eraser (jerkface) or the day I got my grade 5 teacher on probation for being a sexist prick. Better than pretty much anything.
If only...
