Friday, June 23, 2006
So yesterday was our sales "retreat." Although, a day at one of our sister properties in the area can't really be considered a retreat, especially when we find out that morning that said property was hosting all of our regional VP's from corporate. Great. We each had to do a presentation about our new brand initiatives. Nothing major, but I HATE speaking in front of people. Anyways, the presentations were over by lunch, then we all took "Cute Boss" to David Greggory for a pricey going-away lunch. Yes, I'm sad to say, Cute Boss is moving to Phoenix. So so so sad. I was hoping to at least hook up a little with him, but doesn't look like that's going to happen. Oh well. Que sera sera.
Anyways, we get to the restaurant, and get our appetizers and drinks. Great apps, great mojitos. Well, most of us got the crabcake (with fries and slaw). Decent, definitely not the best one I've ever had, but not too bad. Well, we finish our lunch and drinks, then start the four block hike back to the hotel. By the second block, a few of us start feeling nauseous. I was sick all night. And all day today. And I'm still sick at 10:30 the next night. Fuck. I went to work this morning, but left early. Apparently, almost everyone who had the crabcake was sick. The only person who wasn't had spinach instead of slaw. Must have been the fucking slaw. The way I feel right now, I wish my floor would open up and swallow me. Silver lining? I think I've lost about 10 pounds since yesterday.
And by the way....50 bucks for a tiny crabcake is NOT a good deal, especially when you throw it up 30 minutes later.