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tj_teejayIt's only been two days since I last watched White Collar, and already I'm jonesing. This Investigator Meeting is seriously messing with my fangirling abilities. I mean, this meeting is really hardcore. Breakfast starts at 7, the meeting at 8. Yesterday the meeting lasted until 5, with dinner starting at 7. Today it lasted until 6, with dinner starting at 7 again. After the dinner, it's checking work e-mail and then bed, to repeat the same thing over.
And of course during the meeting, since I'm representing the company, I can't just stare into nothingness and mentally wander off to Collarland. I need to pay actual attention. Smile. Small talk during breaks. Mingle with people I don't know (and for the most part don't want to know). Exchange platitudes and desperately fish for things to say that don't sound trite or stupid. It is so not my forte, and I can never think of witty things to say. I am not a meaningless banter kind of person.
Well, at least I was able to share the Hubert Pretzelman story with K2. (Yes, she watches the show too.) Not that she really got it... *sigh* There was this one presentation just before lunch about one of the assessment tools we use that dragged on and on and ooooon. There was lots of medical stuff in it that I don't know squat about, so the woman lost me after about the third slide. I used the time for a little mind-vacation where I pondered a new scenario for one of the White Collar fics I'm currently working on. And that was about the only fangirl moment I got all day. (Possibly with the exception of me typing this right now.)
And, gah, it's already 10 to 7. I need to go. Smile, small talk, mingle, pretend, repeat. In Captain Awesome's words: not awesome.
And of course during the meeting, since I'm representing the company, I can't just stare into nothingness and mentally wander off to Collarland. I need to pay actual attention. Smile. Small talk during breaks. Mingle with people I don't know (and for the most part don't want to know). Exchange platitudes and desperately fish for things to say that don't sound trite or stupid. It is so not my forte, and I can never think of witty things to say. I am not a meaningless banter kind of person.
Well, at least I was able to share the Hubert Pretzelman story with K2. (Yes, she watches the show too.) Not that she really got it... *sigh* There was this one presentation just before lunch about one of the assessment tools we use that dragged on and on and ooooon. There was lots of medical stuff in it that I don't know squat about, so the woman lost me after about the third slide. I used the time for a little mind-vacation where I pondered a new scenario for one of the White Collar fics I'm currently working on. And that was about the only fangirl moment I got all day. (Possibly with the exception of me typing this right now.)
And, gah, it's already 10 to 7. I need to go. Smile, small talk, mingle, pretend, repeat. In Captain Awesome's words: not awesome.
