Friday, May 13, 2005

new discovery: i'm a nervous drinker

And by nervous drinker, I mean pop... Ha ha to all of you who thought I meant alcohol. I've had enough alcohol to last me a life time. It seems that the people who tried everything under the sun before they turned 18, have decided that now they've had enough and that's it. I'm one of these people. I've done enough, I've got enough stories, (although I can't remember half of them), and I'm done. That's another story for another time...

Back to my nervous drinking story. So I recently got a new job. And we had our first meeting yesterday. 2 minutes before the meeting I was informed that I too was coming to the meeting. Which is completely fine, I was excited to be involved. But, I'm the kind of person that appreciates advance notice... advance being more than 30 minutes.

So, here I go. I go to the meeting. The meeting entails going to a restaurant where we all sit around a table and spread files out and all gather round and talk. I've been working there 3 days... so, I don't have much to contribute. Here's where the drinks come in. I ordered a Coke, and got it really quickly. So, feeling a bit nervous and overwhelmed because there's so much to learn and know... I start drinking. I went through 2 large drinks of Coke before our food got there. The food also went down rather fast because all I was required to do was listen... and eat. I was the first one done too... So, bless the waiter's heart, he comes with more Coke. So, 4 glasses and 2 hours later, we're done. 2 hours, I discovered, is longer than my bladder wants 4 glasses of Coke in it, and I had to work hard not to do a potty dance all the way to the elevator.

The trip to the elevator... (sigh) well, let's just say... most people after eating tend to walk slower because they're in no hurry to get back to work. And I think it seemed like everyone was toddling because I was ready to run up the flights of stairs to the bathroom, but I didn't want to look crazy. So, the slowest elevator ride, then the slowest walk back to the office, then the slowest unlocking of the door... then I disappeared to the bathroom and stayed there for an hour. Just joking, but I should have timed it, it took forever. And so, from now on, no matter how nervous or uneasy I get, keep the fluids away.

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