Retreat!
I was on a "retreat" yesterday. In my humble opinion, a retreat implies that one must retreat from one's place of employment. The last retreat was about 50 metres away. This one was maybe two kilometres. That, ladies and gentlemen, is not a retreat. There was no retreating. We didn't retreat. We just moved ourselves a small distance away. That was an all-day meeting. If you are really going on a retreat, I feel that you need the following:
a chalet or lodge
fireplace
skis, snowshoes, etc.
hot apple cider
large screen television
an open bar
hot tubs/sauna/swimming pool
billiards table/dart boards, etc.
and a place far enough away that you can't arrive via the TTC!
Needless to day, it was a bit brutal. Long meetings are always brutal. What's worse is that there are more to come.
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4 comments:
When I was a kid, my dad would go on a Catholic 'retreat' for 3 days each year. It usually occurred during NFL playoffs. This didn't bother my father at all, but his friend Gino was a bookie and a heavy drinker and smoker, and he had a really hard time of it. He typically smuggled a mini-TV, a fifth of CC and a couple packs of smokes into the retreat, subverting the purpose of the whole endeavor. There's one in every crowd.
mister anchovy
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you forgot the obvious - marshmallows!!
CMF
how could i forget that?
you must be slipping in your old age...hee hee
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