Welcome to the Tor-Quay, Bitch!

Yes, today was the day of the Torquay trip. No, I didn't have any blonde-locked football hunks punching me in the face before I inadvertantly burnt down a model mini-mansion (that one goes out to all those OC nerds out there!).

But I did make company history by being the first employee to ever have his annual job appraisal take place on a nude beach (I'm willing to bet I'm also the first person in the world to do this ... but I also thought I was the only person in the world with my name, until Google and Facebook proved otherwise *curses his Scottish namesake*). And before any wild rumours start, no, neither I nor the boss were naked. And neither was anyone else. Quite disappointing, really.

The appraisal was all good; I'm in no imminent danger of firings! Huzzah!

It was a fun trip overall, even if I did that thing of getting burnt by the sun thirty seconds after stepping out into it. The resort we'll be staying at for conference is pretty awesome. They've got a gym that I'm curious to try out, and see if I could hack getting a membership at a similar, Melbourne-based institution. Oh, and I get my own room for the one night I'll be there. I feel all jolly and important, like Richard Gere in Pretty Woman (though without the part of taking an average hooker and making her over into a high-class hooker. Or the fortune. Or the dashing-ness. Or the anything, really).

Got back to the office about 2.30, just in time to do a slapdash mail-out and some other random tasks before closing up shop for the day and heading home.

A nice way to spend a Wednesday.

I'm off to see Juno tomorrow night. Very much looking forward to it!