To wonder why I know how to fix any life / work issue for other’s but can’t stop myself from even making a bad dessert choice?

[SmellsLikeVictory]

I had 3 glasses of wine on expenses, so apologies for forthcoming typos.

Here I is, a business woman in town on business, having hosted a meeting on securing world domination in Q4 and beyond, (OK, scraping some market share in a new to me, saturated, mature market while realising my inherited sales team, all two of them, are no good).

I know what, when and how we need to move forth, if only senior management were willing.

Also, I know not to take a ladle of Tiramisru in a Mongolian BBQ restraurant, it’s bound to be shit. So, I take two ladles - what if it’s good? Of course, it turns out to be a sponge roll with squirted cream on top. But where I am visiting, it’s lagom and shit, so I eat the lot and order another glass of wine. What is wrong with me?

I guess I am just tired of trying to find a way to get a builders tea since Monday, that is another thread altogether. And I bloody lost track of Alan and if he got his table thread… want to go home.

Time to head to the hotel for a good night sleep!

We are not sure if Alan got his table, but the signs are good - when someone who works there went over, both Alan and the table had left the shop but I don’t think anyone can confirm they left together. However the thread is worth reading to the end for the wonderful Christmas advert written in anticipation of the season and in Alan and Mrs Alan’s honour.

That said, I agree that it is best read in your hotel bed. And I would add that you should not catastrophise over a dessert choice which may not have been the best. A decent sleep and a strong coffee in the morning will do wonders. Plus, some water. Maybe lots of water.