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What a busy week. Work, as usual, until Thursday. That day I picked up a rental car in the morning (incidentally, if you go north on Kempt road and turn left, you can't get on the bridge. Live and learn), worked all morning and headed off to Moncton at 1:30, with a quick detour to Truro to pick up two women from the branch there who were also attending Intact Broker Days (atlantic region). Drove up with no incidents, even paid the toll on the Cobequid pass without dropping coins or running into one of the booths (it happened this summer). Hmm, odd, my computer doesn't like the name Moncton, but has no problem with Cobequid. Weird.
So there was a cocktail party that night, once we were all settled into the hotel ( I had a huge room all to myself, it was awesome) and they handed out feather boas; mine was red. Snacks of fresh prime rib, make-it-yourself sandwiches with any trimming you could want was great for me, with music and dancing as well as tons of mingling. I met people from MCT offices in New Brunswick and other parts of NS, as well as some people from Intact and other brokerages. So many women in insurance, it was about 70% female. One young guy was grinning the entire time, if he had wanted to pick up, I'm sure he could have. The seminars the next day were good and we had Candy Palmeter as a motivational speaker, she was great; funny, quick and just right on top of things.
The drive back was uneventful, and I was even home by 7pm, wicked. I drove G down to work, watched some TV, went to bed late. Drove G to work again, went to the market nice and early, found out that Fox Hill was down a body so promised to return after I'd dropped off the rental. Came back, raided the Tickle Trunk and was clocked in there at 9. Guess what the second worst costume to wear the the farmer's market is, after overalls? Hippie. I wore this funky bakik shirt that I stole from my stepfather years ago, tie died bandanna and fake hair down to my waist and half the people didn't even know I was in costume. Sigh.
So there was a cocktail party that night, once we were all settled into the hotel ( I had a huge room all to myself, it was awesome) and they handed out feather boas; mine was red. Snacks of fresh prime rib, make-it-yourself sandwiches with any trimming you could want was great for me, with music and dancing as well as tons of mingling. I met people from MCT offices in New Brunswick and other parts of NS, as well as some people from Intact and other brokerages. So many women in insurance, it was about 70% female. One young guy was grinning the entire time, if he had wanted to pick up, I'm sure he could have. The seminars the next day were good and we had Candy Palmeter as a motivational speaker, she was great; funny, quick and just right on top of things.
The drive back was uneventful, and I was even home by 7pm, wicked. I drove G down to work, watched some TV, went to bed late. Drove G to work again, went to the market nice and early, found out that Fox Hill was down a body so promised to return after I'd dropped off the rental. Came back, raided the Tickle Trunk and was clocked in there at 9. Guess what the second worst costume to wear the the farmer's market is, after overalls? Hippie. I wore this funky bakik shirt that I stole from my stepfather years ago, tie died bandanna and fake hair down to my waist and half the people didn't even know I was in costume. Sigh.