So I just got in from a day of schmoozing on behalf of the company I work for, who decided to have an opening ceremony for the new building they recently acquired.
From 8am - 12am, I've had to deal with la de da posh motherfuckers from all over the world and pretending to like them for the sake of the company. The day ended up in a posh manor house in the middle of nowhere to have an English banquet....
All I wanted was a fucking burger. Today was much like pulling teeth.
From 8am - 12am, I've had to deal with la de da posh motherfuckers from all over the world and pretending to like them for the sake of the company. The day ended up in a posh manor house in the middle of nowhere to have an English banquet....
All I wanted was a fucking burger. Today was much like pulling teeth.
I promo for some liquor companies and when we do promos it's all about schmoozing. I feel your pain.
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I think you're wonderful.