Arriving back at the hotel

Being greeted by the uniformed Hilton Commissionaire as my colleague and i arrive at the hotel and he opens the taxi door for us:

-- "Good evening sir ... Oh ... You two don't look so good."

Dinner Fears

I'm sitting in a very boring workshop presentation behind a very boring colleague who is also Australian.

Oh no. Now she's taken off her shoes, hiked up her skirt and is sitting while hugging her knees to her chest. She's also interrupting questions to the presenter by providing her own answers in excruciatingly slow English that is more condescending than useful. Like yelling at deaf people.

We have a team dinner tonight and she contaminated the previous dinner by going through that day's work events again, and again, with obvious insights and inaccurate retellings, banal pontification and embellished-yet-still-dull anecdotes.

I live in dread.