When the bosses talk...

...no matter how loud, children have to listen and...take notes.

Just a quick post, specially considering this late hour, to relate my hell of an afternoon/evening.

I had a seven hour meeting today, and I consider myself a survivour, only comparable to Bear Grylls. I was more of a spectator watching a dramedy (It got so tense sometimes I had to supress a laugh), listening and taking notes as the bosses talked (at all different volumes audible by human ears). Very instructive, promise!

I thank myself and Starbucks for the tall Capuccino I had right before the meeting, I was smart there, the other junior in the room was not that smart, and I watched him suffer for seven hours the slow attack of boredom and sleep.

He yawned, I rock.

And now I'm the one yawning, so, good night and enjoy the coming weekend (if you have nothing better to do, you could actually leave a comment during the weekend or read this strip by the Oatmeal, wich made me laugh at the realisation that is has all happened to me at some point in my life: http://theoatmeal.com/comics/printers, actually this is me right before my meeting:

As usual, picture is not mine, but his: http://theoatmeal.com

) <--- this bracket is totally intended and makes sense, so don't think it's a typo.

There you go, Such is Life!

P.S.: Denmark, I know you keep reading, so come on! Just say hi, pretty please... :)