It is so on. We have this work 'do' (I say 'do' whereas it is actually just more work, shed loads of it). However, some of us feel that any change of scene would be good. I must add, that not one employee that has attended this particular event has ever wished to go back there. This does not bode well. However, just to get away from Bligh and the f- b**ch ('she's not a f- b**ch, she's just got issues' 'yeah she's got issues: called 'being a f- b**ch' issues') is enough of a 'holiday' even if it means doing much more work. Just a few days respite away from the Lilliputian dictators, the little tyrants, the naysayers, the fault-finders, the subductisupercilicarptores is peace enough.
I will, of course, be attended by the most beautiful woman in the world. She may end up in the same hotel, another hotel, or perhaps lodging with me. I'm staying with another artist, a bit of a hippie, which is pretty cool. With any luck he won't be arriving until the following day, so I may yet get to spend some time with the most beautiful woman in the world. (I am permitted one day and evening off, so this should be good). There is much to see and do (it is a festival). I should like to talk business with the fair lady (for she holds a master's degree in business administration) but there is plenty of time for that on another occasion: no shop talk. It's a holiday, if only for a fleeting moment before having to get back to the grind.
Today I should have been working on building my publishing company, perhaps working on the translation I have been commissioned to do, but I am instead researching and writing an academic essay on ancient symbolism, which is pretty cool. I want this puppy put to bed before we leave this coming week. Must dash: lots to do.
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