Take Me on a Ship I'd Like to Go Somewhere
One thing I hate the most about my job is the mingling. I am utter fail at the concept of mingling.
I mean, I can mingle just fine in a debate tournament (because there is always something in common between people, the uh, debates) and I'm okay with mingling people in a press con (because there's actually a point) but parties? There I suck.
Which is what happened to me at the US Embassy reception for the USS Blue Ridge. I was all alone and couldn't find other reporters to hang with. Didn't matter if I'm not close to other reporters who could've been there because I was just lonely. So there I was, desperately trying to get Kirstie Kenney to talk to me about security policies of the US in the South East Asian region, and standing at the side of a party where everybody had somebody else to talk to so their boredom was lessened. Me? I was just hoping the Ambassador stops talking to other people. I could've tried harder to get her to talk to me but just did not happen, short of me throwing a cookie at her to stop her own mingling.
Muh, this is where a boyfriend (or a friend that is easily kaladkarin) would come in handy.
Anyway, since everyone else was old, I had no one to talk to and was being a petulant child. I realized that the (hot) sailor boys (and girls) were a lot closer to my age but petulance does ont lend itself well to flirting. Also, I was all ready to grill Kenney about Smith so flirting with sailor boys was not a good idea. Or a non-hypocrtical one.
I mean the party was not bad. It was on a ship and the inner boy was all glad about the bombs and guns. The girly girl however just kept remembering how much dying on a ship sucks. I'd really rather die in a fiery ball of flame from a plane than bloated and floating at sea. Even if the ship was anchored.
There were really powerful people I could've networked with but again, none would pay attention to a little girl in the corner.
Crap, really I hate mingline.
And the party made me miss American Idol too.
I mean, I can mingle just fine in a debate tournament (because there is always something in common between people, the uh, debates) and I'm okay with mingling people in a press con (because there's actually a point) but parties? There I suck.
Which is what happened to me at the US Embassy reception for the USS Blue Ridge. I was all alone and couldn't find other reporters to hang with. Didn't matter if I'm not close to other reporters who could've been there because I was just lonely. So there I was, desperately trying to get Kirstie Kenney to talk to me about security policies of the US in the South East Asian region, and standing at the side of a party where everybody had somebody else to talk to so their boredom was lessened. Me? I was just hoping the Ambassador stops talking to other people. I could've tried harder to get her to talk to me but just did not happen, short of me throwing a cookie at her to stop her own mingling.
Muh, this is where a boyfriend (or a friend that is easily kaladkarin) would come in handy.
Anyway, since everyone else was old, I had no one to talk to and was being a petulant child. I realized that the (hot) sailor boys (and girls) were a lot closer to my age but petulance does ont lend itself well to flirting. Also, I was all ready to grill Kenney about Smith so flirting with sailor boys was not a good idea. Or a non-hypocrtical one.
I mean the party was not bad. It was on a ship and the inner boy was all glad about the bombs and guns. The girly girl however just kept remembering how much dying on a ship sucks. I'd really rather die in a fiery ball of flame from a plane than bloated and floating at sea. Even if the ship was anchored.
There were really powerful people I could've networked with but again, none would pay attention to a little girl in the corner.
Crap, really I hate mingline.
And the party made me miss American Idol too.