There comes a time
There comes a time in every business trip when I start to look exactly how I feel.
Unfortunately after being in 7 cities in 3 days (granted some I was only in for a couple of hours) I am tired. And, given the 2 meetings I am responsible for in the next 4 days, and the woefuly abysmal state of preparedness I currently face, I also happen to be stressed.
What this means, is that when I wake up at 6 am in the lovely city of Rome to continue working on the workshop report / presentations / agendas / background documents / you get the idea, I look in the mirror and see:
unattractive dark circles under my eyes
unattractive zits on my face
unattractive dry frazzled hair, and
unattractive despair in my eyes.
Ok perhaps despair is too strong a word but the theme here is unattractive.
And there’s nothing quite like getting up to speak in front of a large group of people knowing that you look like hell.
I can’t wait to see you again honey. If you have a hard time recognizing me at the airport, I’ll be the ugly one.
Aww…that sucks. At least you can take solace in the fact that since you’ll be speaking to a large group of people, you’ll be a long way from them. Bear in mind that at least some of them won’t be lookig so hot either.
At a conference I heled run, one of the presenters stood at the podium giving a talk with the world’s worst/largest raccoon tan. It wouldn’t have been so funny if she weren’t lecturing on the importance of damage parts of the environment due to the sun.