Self inflicted illness
I have to confess I’ve been a busy little beaver this week too. I’ve also had my bout of illness, although not nearly as dire as Maz or Slinko, I sure did feel like I was dying last night.
Imagine… a $600 per head, two day conference. Both me and the IT Manager attended, so with our exiting staff member tied up with training new users, that leaves no-one to man the hell desk. When asked by the Admin Manager “what happens in the event of an emergency?” I cooly replied with “there’s never emergencies here”. Uh oh. Jinx.
I get a call from the IT Man (it’s an abbreviation of manager, but fits so well… “it man” hehehe) on Thursday morning. “You know that cab we were taking to Napier together? Yer on yer own. The servers all fell over last night with power outages so I have to go into the office.” D’OH!
Anyways… back to my initial story. The day time sessions of the conference were all pretty good. Great to interface a bit more with our support company. All wrapped up for the day by 4pm so it’s back to the support companies’ HQ to check out their “supercomputer”.
“Supercomputer?”, I naively enquire.
“Yup. It’s 5 foot tall and green. But you have to see what’s inside. It’s Heineken powered.”
Ahhhhhhh the beer fridge. I forgot about the beer fridge. I wish now it had stayed forgotten. Some 7 or 8 beers later (kinda lost count) we were off to the Mission Estate for dinner. SWANKY! Only problem here was as soon as we arrived I was handed a glass of bubbles. It was a magic glass too, as it had no bottom at all. It just kept ending up full again and again and again. VERY easy to completely lose track of how many I had. So we ordered dinner, got our entrees and then I went to the loo. It was here that the wine hit me. Big time. Suddenly feeling very seedy I looked at my phone for a gauge on the time. You see Kirst was in Napier for the evening with ATC but at 9:45ish was due to be heading home. It was (according to my txt log) around 9:32 at this point in time. So I text her asking her to pick me up, grabbed my jacket, stopped in the garden long enough to release the entree into the bushes and gapped it. I got to the gate of the Mission and suddenly realised I hadn’t told IT Man I was leaving. Grabbed my phone to text him and noticed I had 15 missed calls in the short(ish) walk to the gate. Turns out dinner had arrived at the table. He was sinking in to his when it dawned on him that he hadn’t seen me in 20 minutes. So picture if you will this bloke wandering around outside the Mission, frantically dialing my number then listening into the night for my ringtone as he feared I’d fallen in a bush someplace. It’s okay, we can laugh about it now. He especially likes the fact that he now has text evidence to show everyone.
“Ooooops appear to be shitfaced and unable to talk. Kirsty picking me up from main road tho so no panic”
Oh how the not-so mighty had fallen. So I had to get Kirst to stop part way home to get rid of the last of those filthy entrees and then it was off home. Piling out of the car I went straight to our room for bed. My standard issue is to disrobe next to the bed and leave my clothes in a single messy pile. When I got up this morning the trail started at the door…
The punchline was the prize I got though. The support company who put on the do had “Spot prizes” from the weekend. I won the “Mystery Diner award”. Evidently when dinner turned up it was a mystery as to where I had gone.
And the prize for that? More wine.
18
Apr
haha makes me feel soooooo much better about two saturdays ago…10 hour bender whoop! i was um asleep on the floor by 10…atleast the RA i had been hiting on was nice enough to drag me inside my room more she didnt trip over my lanky ass.
hahaha moon still cant handle his booze……..I got on the booze last weekend and slept in my van. it was choice!
10 hours? what kind of student are you?
join the airforce and learn to drink like a real man!
yesterday was better tabs….spent the entire day completely slashed…i feel sorry for the 3 dozen that had to be sacrificed.
Ah. wine. I can totally relate Bren, wine has a nasty effect on me too. I drank wine last weekend, disappeared into the night on my own without telling anybody I was leaving, and ended up at some strange dudes house. At 7 in the morning I had no idea where I was and I had 2 new best friends who thought I was the coolest chick ever. Its not as bad as it sounds but still I hope I never see them again, and hopefully they have forgotten the few hundred times that i told them where I live.