Boot Camp day #3
Back to class to join the rest of the inductess. All is well, we're trucking along learning new and different things. The newest and most different for most of us is the change of environment and routine. Most of us are of a clinical background either outpatient clinic or hospital-based setting. This new environment being "corporate" or business field is a little unsettling and exciting...some of us are defnintely having a hard time with it. Me? I'm doing good withh it all. To be honest and I have always held a secret respect for "businessmen", they seem to be men on the move, got things going on things to do people to impress and organize, seemed like something I wouldn't mind doing one day. At the same time I felt kinda relieved that I wasn't held to deadlines and cell phones. Now, I am. I carry a laptop, 2 cell phones, and a travel kit. I carry a corporate credit card balance, frequent flyer miles, hotel points and itineraries. There's internal training, on-site training and Webexes. I tread lightly and stealthly through airports and hotel lobbies. What ave I given-up? Time at home with my family of a lovely wife so damn devoted to me I could weep, and son who makes me laugh like no one else these days. What wonderful things to come home to!
To day I hear we're going to eat dinner at the Paris Casino with some managers in town for another meeting. A few of us meet at the Paris and wait for the managers. They arrive, introductions and we're seated directly. I order a Moulin Rouge martini...very good Grey Goose vodka and a touch of fruit. Then another followed-by a Cosmopolitan and Paris Romance martini...better. I order the steak Bourdelaise which turns out to be a Double Eagle quality New York strip smothered in sauteed onions medium rare. I eat about half and order another Moulin Rouge martini. I'm feeling fine and ready to walk around the casine with some co-workers. I watch a guy win $150 at a black jack table after ordering a bourbon and soda and a Miller Lite. A colleague buys me another M.L. and I watch the entertainment unfold as spontaneously as it possibly could. (read on)
There's a cover band doing a competent job at covering the hits from all decades rock n roll. A couple girls start dancing and is then joined by a 70 year-old man pitching the biggest tent I've ever seen public. He's extremely excited, starts rubbing the black girls loose breasts and she lets him. He raises his hands about his head and shakes them furiously as if the woman's breasts were too hot to touch, but that stop him from standing behind her while she palms the floor and he's pumping his pelvis into her butt...this is clearly Vegas. The group I'm with are puzzled yet laughing are asses off. The old man walks off to the side of the stage to catch his breathe and cool his boner. The band takes a break and the "house music" comes on and this kid comes-out doing what I would call hip-hop dancing (I think I saw a guy in commercial dancing this way to hip-hop music). From what I know of dancing I think he's pretty good. Well, the band comes back to the stage and commence the rockin' . The old man returns and the girls and the boy. There's entertainment overload so funny that the singer of the band has to turn his back on the audience just to keep from laughing instead of singing...good stuff.
Last call, 2:00AM, go back to the hotel and sleep.
To day I hear we're going to eat dinner at the Paris Casino with some managers in town for another meeting. A few of us meet at the Paris and wait for the managers. They arrive, introductions and we're seated directly. I order a Moulin Rouge martini...very good Grey Goose vodka and a touch of fruit. Then another followed-by a Cosmopolitan and Paris Romance martini...better. I order the steak Bourdelaise which turns out to be a Double Eagle quality New York strip smothered in sauteed onions medium rare. I eat about half and order another Moulin Rouge martini. I'm feeling fine and ready to walk around the casine with some co-workers. I watch a guy win $150 at a black jack table after ordering a bourbon and soda and a Miller Lite. A colleague buys me another M.L. and I watch the entertainment unfold as spontaneously as it possibly could. (read on)
There's a cover band doing a competent job at covering the hits from all decades rock n roll. A couple girls start dancing and is then joined by a 70 year-old man pitching the biggest tent I've ever seen public. He's extremely excited, starts rubbing the black girls loose breasts and she lets him. He raises his hands about his head and shakes them furiously as if the woman's breasts were too hot to touch, but that stop him from standing behind her while she palms the floor and he's pumping his pelvis into her butt...this is clearly Vegas. The group I'm with are puzzled yet laughing are asses off. The old man walks off to the side of the stage to catch his breathe and cool his boner. The band takes a break and the "house music" comes on and this kid comes-out doing what I would call hip-hop dancing (I think I saw a guy in commercial dancing this way to hip-hop music). From what I know of dancing I think he's pretty good. Well, the band comes back to the stage and commence the rockin' . The old man returns and the girls and the boy. There's entertainment overload so funny that the singer of the band has to turn his back on the audience just to keep from laughing instead of singing...good stuff.
Last call, 2:00AM, go back to the hotel and sleep.
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