Yesterday I got dressed up in my best guess at what 'business casual' entails these days and watched my husband give a software presentation and demo-thing at Microsoft.
(Or more accurately, I watched my husband give his presentation for the fourth time, since he rehearsed it for me three times the night before while trying to get it down to under 50 minutes, which he finally did sometime after midnight. I think. I fell asleep about 20 minutes into the third run-through.)
I sat in the back row and copyedited marketing materials and poked coworkers with pens until they agreed to contribute to the corporate blog. My phone's signal kept dropping off and Microsoft's corporate wifi doesn't play nice with an iPhone (IMAGINE!), so I ate two croissants and doodled a lot instead.
It was still all very exciting, since I leave my home office all of four times a year, as "consultant" is basically another word for "socially maladjusted hobbit." I also did not fall down, spill anything or get attacked by pigeons in the parking garage, so. Win.
Today I skipped my shower, put my hair in a decidedly not-foooling-anyone topknot and am currently bracing my nerves for Ezra's dentist appointment. He is promising to be brave but I think he is a lying dirty liar and I would pay cash money to outsource this task to ANYONE ELSE ON EARTH. Are you free around 10ish this morning to take a surprisingly thrashy four year old to the dentist? They have an Xbox in the waiting room and I will give you fancy business cards that say "senior executive dental appointment consultant" on them.
Any takers? Don't make me poke you with a pen.