I forgot about it, but we had an open house today at work. So at 5:30 family and friends could come and see the new digs. It was a wine and cheese party, but there were fruits and wraps. So while the place filled up with little kids, I munched on enough free food to be able to skip dinner. (I make no apologies.)
There were lots of people who I hadn’t seen in awhile. I got to talk to the former owners of the company. They seem to be doing okay. I saw Jean, who used to work for us. I’d like it if she came back to work for us. The current executive assistant isn’t all that competent. I heard that Jean isn’t happy with her current job, so here’s hoping.
She also seemed to have heard that I’m going on vacation. Which is weird because I only casually mentioned it to two other people. I don’t think I’m that interesting to talk about in conversation.
There was a balloon artist there. He was really good and the kids loved him. I was thinking of asking him to make something complicated, like a dragon, to see if he could, but there was no point. He was putting a lot of work into everything. And a kid asked him to make a dragon anyway. In the end I asked him to make something I thought would be incredibly simple: a snake. He worked hard on it, and gave it a rattler, googly eyes, and a forked tongue. I am quite proud of my snake.
But what is the lifespan of a balloon animal?