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Life at Trope Beach

Ah yes! While the rest of you are slaving away in your offices and in your homes,
I will be spending the next two days at Trope Beach.
Sitting in the sunshine
     playing frisbee with my kids
        listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the beach
             wiggling my toes in the warm sand
                   drinking icy cold soda
Jealous?
I assume you “have ears to hear”, but just in case, here are a few points of clarification:
By “beach” I mean “Board Meeting”.
By “sunshine” I mean florescent light.
By “frisbee” I mean “Angry Birds” on my iPhone under the edge of the conference table.
By the “sound of waves crashing” I mean listening to a lot of people talk.  A lot.
By “wiggling my toes in the sand”  I mean slipping my shoes off for a while – on the sly.
By “drinking icy cold soda” I mean lukewarm “Kirkland-brand” water bottles.
Ah yes, two lovely days at “Trope” Beach.
So there won’t be a post today – sorry!  But I would appreciate it if you would send me comments so I have something to read at the beach.

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  1. I’ve had vacations like that. And by “vacation” I mean struggling to keep my eyes from crossing as some bore drones on and on about some stupid mouse moving the cheese or working-smarter-not-harder or whatever the latest wis-dumb of Lord Covey is.

  2. Your imaginary beach sounds much better than your reality. I might just have to pack my kids up and head to the real beach- just for you of course 🙂

  3. If it makes you feel any better I just spent my exotic vacation fund on hand surgery. That’s right, $5,000 for “3 hours of who knows what just happened, but now my hand really hurts”. I hope my surgeon enjoys his vacation.

  4. O sheesh! It’s days like this that I am especially thankful for my fun teaching job. Although, sometimes I do drink warm Kirkland brand water.

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