I have been super super stressed about a conference I was planning for work. I barely had time to scarf down lunch most days in the past few weeks, so blogging has been difficult. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders now that its done though. Lots of people, lots of coordination, lots of meetings and lots of drinks. Normally event planning is my very favorite part of my job and I do it well. This event was a challenge for me to get excited about. Everything was done on time, and the programs were beautiful but I just did not want to be there at all. We have hosted this event 4 times in the past and I have coordinated them all, and I usually look forward to it all year. Im not really sure why this one was different. I was moody and annoyed at everything and just wanted to get home.
Someone said its because I “grew up”. Im not sure if thats the case, because Im pretty sure I was the youngest person there. But I would have rather been home with my family than boozing it up and talking business all night with middle aged men. It really gets tiring. Plus add in the fact that Im a blonde 20 something, and I become a little bit of a target at places like that. You have to practically beat (married) men off with a stick. And it makes me frigging sick to my stomach. So I was there Wednesday afternoon, and by Friday I was soooo ready to be out of there. I had to hitch a ride with someone to get back because the other girl I drove with wanted to stay and party again on Friday night.
It feels almost foreign to me. Like I said, normally I am super psyched to go to events and network and all that jazz. But this year, I was definitely NOT feeling it. And I am so happy that it is over with. Maybe next year I will be more excited.
