Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self. - Cyril Connolly
Thursday, March 01, 2007
...into the Fire
Well, I returned rejuvinated, relaxed, exfoliated, defoliated, soft, shiny, and smelling good.
Yeah - that lasted less than 1/2 hour this morning with two employee meltdowns, having to fire someone (don't ask, but I managed to get her to resign in lieu of firing her), and a budget presentation to my VP that was met with about the same warmth that Simon Cowell gives to the American Idol contestants. Ouch. All before lunch.
I have until Monday to get the budget right and resubmit it. Needless to say, blogging will be lite in the meantime, and there goes the weekend.
All of this was compounded by the fact that my Dad had major surgery (planned) today and I was a little preoccupied. Thankfully, he came out of it just fine, and although he's got a long recovery ahead of him, he'll be a lot stronger in the long run.
Ironically, I discovered only yesterday that I have him to thank for the gorgeous spa at Nemacolin's resort. By far the most gorgeous, and lushest I have ever been in. Turns out his firm was responsible for the architecture and interiors. I should have known better, because the entire time I was there, all I could think was how much he would have appreciated the strong Japanese influence and all the amenities and attention to detail.
Your spa was at Larry Ellison's house?