The Sundowner In Uptown
We had a "manager's dinner" down in trendy Uptown last night. my boss asked what was wrong with me as i wasn't my usual jolly self. It was the backend of my sinus problems and the benedryl that i took, but that just hid the fact that i hate work dinners. They take this stuff too seriously sometimes. And the fat guy isn't always jolly.
Afterwards, my boss and i were walking back to the parking garage and had just split to go to different levels when i heard a "Hey woofer!". i turned and it was Mike/rubbear's hubby, Nick, who was standing outside Calhoun Square catching a smoke. They were over there getting some dinner and i think i would have much rather been at that dinner than the one that i'd just attended even if the company picked up the tab. When i told Nick that the bald guy that just passed him was my boss, he said, "I hope I didn't out you." He's got a point. It kinda goes back to when i was in the Army. There's a good reason why i keep my work life and personal life separate. i mean, think about it; if you had a blog like this, would you want your boss to see it? Or the people who work for you?
On the drive home, i passed the lake. It was after 10, but i had to stop and take this shot. 7- to 10-second exposure unretouched other than to rotate it to level it out. i hung the camera in a little tree and couldn't get it even. i'm bad about that. i'd never be accused of being "level-headed".
