I might be a little jaded

I have a feeling this hope-inducing retreat might have backfired. Certainly everyone there was incredibly positive. Almost to the point of being a little eerie. When asked how they were doing, they weren’t okay, they were super!! And they didn’t smile, they grinned from ear to ear until I could see all their molars.

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Still, there were hopeful signs. We had a Father Jim, who showed up dressed in something I wouldn’t give a beggar, who told us to avoid confessing our sins. Someone else staged a posse to get drunk the one night we were there. And, the last day, while I was trying my best to focus on yet another speech, I saw at least five people texting on their phones.

If I had any left over stars and unrealistic expectations from my retreat, one day back at work efficiently destroyed any of them. The public I work with managed their worst behaviour yet by shouting, throwing things and basically acting like monkeys. They didn’t throw faeces around but the week’s not over yet. There’s always today.

So I signed up to go to next year’s retreat.

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A tiny announcement

A teeny, tiny announcement: I won’t be around much this Tuesday night or Wednesday. 😦

My Day Job has come up with work-like retreat for us hard working folk where they can tell us how to do our job not just all day but overnight as well. When no one volunteered to go, they demanded someone and finally threatened that they’d choose. Thinking it couldn’t be that bad, I volunteered to go. After work today, I’ll rush home, pack, reassure my pooches that I’m coming back and go to the ‘retreat’ where I’ll stay until Wednesday.

In my innocence, I thought they’d put us up in a hotel.

Then I saw the website. This is no hotel.

I started hoping that at least they’d have Wi-Fi.

Then I saw the picture of the rooms and I settled for them having a TV or a phone.

Nope to all of the above. No Wi-Fi, no TV’s, no Phones and certainly no room service.

What they do have are plastic covers over the mattresses. And moth balls. And there are plenty of trees in this remote location but no reception for cell phones.

I promise more details on my return. I’ll be watching the locals and taking notes. No strange behaviour will go undocumented.

Leaving on a more positive note, I found this beautiful little rose in a plant in our yard and took a picture. You’ll have to take my word for it that it was beautiful because the photograph doesn’t do it justice (I took it). I sat there freezing for over half an hour with dogs licking my face waiting for the flower to stop moving…and this is what I got as a result.

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All blurry. Honestly. How do Gene’O or That Montreal Girl do it?