Sod's law

This is the first time I've taken such a long break from the blog, and it's felt like an appendage was cut off. So where have I been?

Flyback: Once a year, the company hosts what we call a 'flyback', where all 150 employees in the region travel down to stay in a hotel together for three days - this year, it was held at a casino resort in CT, which was absolute luxury. It involved a mix of educational conferences (feigning interest in the presentations while surreptitiously catching the proverbial forty winks) and social events (frequenting the casino and plethora of bars till the early hours of morning). So basically three days of decadence and debauchery. So basically three days of freaking shangri-la.

Except that:

I was to be meeting about a 100 out of the 150 employees for the first time. And, you know. When you're meeting people you work with for the first time, you kind of want to create a good impression. So what's the worst thing that can happen?

That you wake up the morning before Flyback to find that some frickin' capillary or something has burst in your eye so that it's all red and resembling something from a horror movie. WHAT. Seriously. Could only happen to Ficali. So there I was, about to meet the majority of my colleagues for the first time, and all I had to show for it was a quasimodo-eye. I thought about keeping it shut for the entire three days, in a sort of permanent state of nictitation, but I reckoned it would probably look a bit lascivious, like I was constantly winking at everyone the entire time. I thought about wearing an eye-piece, but as you know, my times of dressing up as a pirate are long past.

And now Flyback is over, and everyone has returned to their own offices all over the country, and what is the image they will have of their HR bod?
And wouldn't you know it. Today, the morning after, my eye's totally back to normal. Sod's bloody law I tell ya.

Btw - A special thanks to the Bart, for missing me while I was gone :)