The Corporate Version of Race Week

One of the things that I’ve learned reading other people’s blogs, is that it’s not a good idea to write about your job in your blog. Especially bad things about your job. I don’t really have bad things about my job to write about, so that’s not a problem, but I thought I would write a quick post on why I’ve been slackin.
Last week the company I work for held a very large conference. I did the photography for the conference, although the lighting was crap so the picture quality was an incredible disappointment for me. I shot with a borrowed Nikon D50, which was the camera I’ve been lusting over. However, after using it for ten hours a day for four days, I wasn’t really that impressed with it.
The conference hours were long and in my mind, I kept calling the week Race week. Of course, race has more people and definitely more booze and is a lot more fun, if only because at the end of the night you get to hear Pattie and Dar’s war stories from the night. There weren’t any war stories during the conference or even after, but that’s just probably because they didn’t have a Jagermeister station in the evenings.
The hours were just about the same including an hour drive home, because there’s nothing better than working 12 hours and then sitting in the car for an hour to get home. I hate walking in the door from work and then going straight to bed because it makes me feel like all I do is work, but because that’s all I was doing anyway. That’s what I did.
The first night I went into hysterical Tristan withdrawal and completely convinced myself that he was going to completely forget who I was if he didn’t see me for two days. He didn’t see me for two days, but still remembered me when I came in, rewarding me with smiles and giggles. Connor didn’t seem phased at all by it, which makes me think that kids, like dogs, don’t really have a sense of time.
All in all it was good to know that I’ve still got it. I can still spend 12 hours on my feet four days and a row and live to blog about it. I got Friday off because no one wants to pay the temp THAT much overtime, but it was welcomed because by Friday, I was completely wiped. I slept in, I napped and I went to bed early. By Saturday I felt like a human being again which was good, since the boys expressed they joy that Mommy was back home by climbing all over me… all. day. long.