To my amazement my feet did not hurt last night after an entire day of wearing new shoes.
I Put The ‘I’ In Introvert
Once again I made an attempt to network with others last night. Once again I failed.
The event started off okay, I checked in with no issues and was told that my drink tickets need only be used for hard liquor drinks, and that beer and wine would be freely available for the entire two-hour event. I grabbed a beer, and migrated over to the free food. “Hey, maybe I’m getting the hang of this.” I briefly thought. The food offered was some pita chips and hummus, salad, and chicken wings. I cannot think of a worse thing to offer at a networking event than chicken wings; they are sloppy, no one looks good eating them, and at least for me inevitably get stuck between my teeth. I ate four.
After ensuring that I looked somewhat presentable I started my attempt to work the room.
I just cannot interact with strangers. I had one man come up and chat with me for awhile, but as soon as I excused myself to get another beer I wandered about the room, failing to be able to insert myself into any of the conversations that were happening, and left. And this was a business-networking event, so it wasn’t like I was the old man in the room, like I feel so many other times these days.
I can’t say that it was the best $12 I’ve ever spent, but I was told that my money was going to some sort of worthy cause.
At the elevator some young women thanked the “sir” that held the door for them. That “sir” was me. In addition to feeling old perhaps I am showing my age more these days because I am getting “sir”ed more often.
Other than my phantom (hehe, I accidentally typed “fantom” and it was autocorrected to “fan Tom”) donation the only other positive takeaway for me was getting to see the inside of the newly-opened WeWork, a co-working space. The facility looks very nice, but I’m wondering how long the co-working space business model will be able to stand up.
I drove home and made a dinner of chicken and rice, to heap upon the four chicken wings that I ate at the event.
No Whitewater For Me
I wanted to go down to Columbus tomorrow to photograph some whitewater rafting, as well as do some whitewater rafting myself, but the combination of a sketchy weather forecast along with my leg/hip pain this week has convinced me to stay near home. Dangen!
What Will I Do? What Will I Do?
For weeks I was planning to be out of town tomorrow and returning on Sunday, so I have no idea what I will be doing. I believe that there is a Black Sheep Hash but I can’t risk injury at this point — as “sirs” go I have become fragile.
I guess that if the weather is hot, or rainy, or both I will spend that time in the basement and work on my career-related skills.