Training courses, seminars and conferences
Inspirational or a waste of precious slacking-off time? I once went on a buzzword bingo-laden training course which ended up with my being held at gunpoint in public. Could have gone better, to be honest. Tell us your tales from either side of the lectern
( , Thu 15 Mar 2012, 15:01)
Inspirational or a waste of precious slacking-off time? I once went on a buzzword bingo-laden training course which ended up with my being held at gunpoint in public. Could have gone better, to be honest. Tell us your tales from either side of the lectern
( , Thu 15 Mar 2012, 15:01)
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Denying it just seems to make matters worse.
When overseas on a conference, it's always a good idea to find out where the local gay area is before you book anywhere for dinner. That way you won't find yourself sitting prominently in the window of a restaurant, underneath the huge rainbow flag, eating dinner with your much older male boss as the fit delegate you have been eyeing up for two days walks past with her gay colleague.
( , Thu 15 Mar 2012, 16:17, 2 replies)
When overseas on a conference, it's always a good idea to find out where the local gay area is before you book anywhere for dinner. That way you won't find yourself sitting prominently in the window of a restaurant, underneath the huge rainbow flag, eating dinner with your much older male boss as the fit delegate you have been eyeing up for two days walks past with her gay colleague.
( , Thu 15 Mar 2012, 16:17, 2 replies)
Did you get gayed up that night?
Reminds me vaguely of when I got engaged to Mrs Airman Gabber. As it was valentines day and everywhere was booked up my best man invited us to join him and his wife at the restaurant they had booked. It was full of couples looking doey eyed into eachothers eyes.
Before desserts arrived the girls went to powder their noses and as the waiters had changed shifts the new one approached us as if we were a couple.
Few red faces that night.
( , Thu 15 Mar 2012, 16:22, closed)
Reminds me vaguely of when I got engaged to Mrs Airman Gabber. As it was valentines day and everywhere was booked up my best man invited us to join him and his wife at the restaurant they had booked. It was full of couples looking doey eyed into eachothers eyes.
Before desserts arrived the girls went to powder their noses and as the waiters had changed shifts the new one approached us as if we were a couple.
Few red faces that night.
( , Thu 15 Mar 2012, 16:22, closed)
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