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Mar
06
2015

Alpharetta

Oh goodness, guys (or ladies, as the case may be). I've been sick for a week now. I thought losing my voice in January was a pain, but this is a full-on cold. Plus, I was just in Georgia for four days for work. And if there's anything worse than being sick, it's traveling while sick. And if there's anything worse than traveling while sick, it's traveling while sick but having to be dressy and professional because you're surrounded by coworkers and bosses.

I am tired.

But I really didn't intend to write a blog post just to complain. (I mean, I fully intended to complain a little bit because I need sympathy when I'm ill, but not the entire time.)

I am THRILLED to have slept in my own bed last night. Me and hotel rooms don't get along for sleeping. I swear, I woke up this morning feeling like I must have been drugged because I went right out, didn't wake up once and couldn't believe it was morning when the alarm went off. Glorious.

Also, generally, my trip was good overall. Obviously it would've been better not to be sick, but it's always helpful to reconnect with people since I work remotely most of the time.

The trip was for our annual Marketing Summit, in which all of the marketing people in my department gather for a few days to share news from their areas of the business and we have guest speakers and eat lots of food. All in all, it's pretty fun and informative.

The days are long though. Breakfast starts at 8 a.m. and the team dinners usually go until 8 or 9 p.m., so it's back-to-back FULL days.

Needless to say, I'm super excited to be sitting at my own desk at home today where I can cough up a lung to my heart's content.

One of the most fun things we got to do was have dinner at this place in Alpharetta called Top Golf. It's set up like a driving range, with 3 levels, but also has an indoor bar and dining area. 

My company reserved a bunch of space for all of us and we split up into groups of 5 or 6 to eat food, drink beer and make embarrassing attempts at hitting golf balls into the colored targets on the course.

As you can see, it was pretty chilly and misty out, but they had all the heat lamps going over the sitting areas right behind where I'm standing in this picture, so it was comfy.

I debated whether I wanted to claim "sickness" and not participate, but I figured I wouldn't get another opportunity anytime soon to do something like this. And what's the worse that could happen? I swing and miss and look like a fool? (Definitely happened.) Would my colleagues like me less or make fun of me? (No, of course not.) So I decided to go for it.

And hey, I had never held a golf club before. I couldn't have told you what type of club to grab, which ones were the ladies' clubs or anything else helpful. But a couple people guided me and I actually did hit a few of the targets! (After whiffing the first couple swings.)

I didn't hit anything past the green target though -- I did okay, but to my disappointment, I didn't turn out to be a golf prodigy.

I make it look good though, right?

Alpharetta
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