The handwriting not on the wall

Because Leah tagged me...

Overserved

overserved: an individual who has had waaaaay too much to drink... transferring the responsibility for this drunkenness from the individual to the bartender. "Q"... you were really overserved last night.

I'm still making my way around the Internet... if I haven't gotten to your blog yet give me some time. Anyway, I'm back at the Abode of Bobness after four days at a conference in Boston. Of course, I returned to a shit storm at work but coped with it through my extreme exhaustion. Yes, these conference things are work, but I won't misguide you and give the illusion that it is all work.

Each day turned into night which turned into late night/early morning catching up with friends from around the country. From quiet coffee and conversations to four course client dinners to midnight cruises on Boston Harbor, it was a whirlwind that lasted many hours but not enough days. About the only thing I was expecting to do that didn't quite happen was a trip to Fenway Park for a Red Sox game. At least they won 3 of 4 games while I was there, even if I didn't get to go.

I made some new acquaintances that may become friends, helped out a damsel in distress that had her purse stolen, made some contacts that may help in the job search, was rudely awaken by a random false fire alarm, and took on some added responsibilities within a trade organization. I even learned a new term... overserved. It was refreshing, although tiring, being around a group of people I like, respect, and who have an appreciation for me. It boosts my spirits being around professionals, and makes me yearn to get "back in the game" with these people and escape my current exile. I laughed, I thought, I reminisced, I had a few too many drinks, and left with a renewed hope that there are people working behind the scenes on my behalf.

Overall... some good times with good people with good intentions. A welcome change from my current situation. I can't wait to take all of you with me when I join them back in the real world for more than four short days.

Theme Thursday - Shoe

There was an old woman
who lived in a shoe
her 401k disappeared
and she got foreclosed too

The stock market did fall
a most perilous drop
Soon she moved into
a worn out old flip-flop

This sandal had seen
much better days
There were holes in the straps
that let through sun rays

She had two dear children
with no place to go
Their school was closed down
The state had no cash flow

So the kids did stay home
and played in the yard
They watched over the sandal
Their home they did guard

Down to her last dollar
the Old Woman did get
A crisp lottery ticket
her lucky numbers she bet

When the balls took a tumble
the Old Woman had won
Sixteen million dollars
would bring them great fun

As she raced to the capital
her anticipation grew
Then Governor Arnold
gave her a state IOU

So she traveled back home
to her meager flip-flop
No money for food
She couldn't even shop

The moral of the story
is what can burn ya
when you live in this state
Welcome to California

For Suzanne

For Suzanne... here is the full size photo. Ignore the thinning/balding spot on the right.

I'm Shipping Up To Boston

Be back in about a week... be nice to each other while I'm gone.

The Dropkick Murphy's