Lunching

A wise, wise woman (ok, the one who just hired me) told a tale one day about the last few weeks of her last big corporate job. They all knew that the end was near, that they were being displaced, yet they still had access to their huge expense accounts. This sentence rung true:

"My last few weeks there, my days completely revolved around who I was going to go to lunch with."

Love it.

Now, I don't have a huge expense account, and I haven't exactly been displaced, but I can definitely relate a little bit to the short-timers syndrome.

So does anyone want to meet me for a glass of wine today? Oh, I don't know... around 3:00?