Alright, I’ve cooled off from my last post. It may have had moments of light heartedness, reader, but believe me, I was in a dark place. Vegas. But that’s in the past and I’ve been able to think beyond senselessly losing money to a heartless, heartless Sharon. I can now see my business trip as what it truly was: kinda gay.
I don’t mean to offend our queer readers – I suppose I do a little, I didn’t have to write gay and I did – but after 72 hours of sleeping in the same room, eating every meal across from one another in restaurants, getting one another drunk, playfully tossing chips across to the other so we could both keep losing, introducing one another as “my partner” during the conference. What I’m trying to say, is that it was too intimate.
I really, really, don’t like spending that much time with anyone I’m not closely related to (and even that has conditions) or fucking. A business trip is neither. Unless it’s a family business that you run with your wife. But I digress. I like my business partner. He and I get along very well, but I don’t want him knowing all the little details of my day-to-day life. What business is it of mine or his to suddenly know how long the other shits for? It does us no good.
I like the line between work life and personal life. At the very least, I don’t want to have to wait in bed until my morning wood goes down because my supervisor is in the room. That should be a non-issue. Not on a business trip. And there’s the problem, it’s not all business. The two of us had to entertain one another. Thank god for basketball and gambling.
It is quiet possibly that he and I lost our money subconsciously so that we could put ourselves in shitty moods and not have to worry about talking to one another anymore. It probably saved our professional relationship.
- Jamie
