I’d just like to point out two things:
1) The picture in the “mrpeenee’s Annual Crazy Week Begins” post of the rather podgy guy with unattractive glasses IS NOT ME. The very idea. I Googled “pictures of crazy guys” and found him and never dreamed anyone would confuse us. I am, after all, still the top model on the East Coast. Although the kitty does rather resemble Saki, especially when I dress him up in his tin foil hat.
2) This morning represents a very short reprieve in the madness of our festive week. I have organized, run around and charmed, charmed, charmed. The flow of small talk continues unabated, in between bouts of rearranging the furniture in our training room. Nineteen tables and 46 chairs and I have moved each and every one of them at least three times in the last two days, plus dragging in scores of extra seating from all over the floor. The last thing I did Monday evening before rushing off to the City Hall gala was to move 16 chairs in there. Walking in the next morning I was confronted with all of them having been neatly returned to the conference room by our slightly retarded receptionist because “They were in the wrong place,” much like his brains.
Anyway. The good thing is that all the events except one have been huge hits, standing room only, rave reviews. The one exception was a seminar that had almost 70 people registered and only 10 showed up. The technical term for that is “bomb” and I need to turn my attention to spinning how it’s really, really a good thing for the sponsors who paid for it, but right now I need to go move chairs. The end is in sight, thank the goddess.
Editor’s note: Before I could actually get this posted, I had to stop and run fix the PowerPoint show for the panicky banker presenting the 9:00 class, proving the end is in sight, but not here yet.