Smells...Like...

on a warm summer workday, two things happen: 1) my office is way colder than usual (i'm looking for maintanence man hector to sos come rescuuuuue me) and 2) the elevator stinks like some g-nasty b.o. so, it's a catch 22, you see. i don't want to stay in the office and become a little popicle stick nor do i want to bear the one-minute elevator ride to go outside and thaw...the ride just makes me totally lose my appetite. even for my little bentos.

so, what do i do? i walk around the office, shoot the shit with peeps. i hear about one guy's pursuit of a music career (i told him i believe he'll make it big one day). i hear about a gal's trip to the farmer's market (i empathized about the decreasing size of avocados these days). then, the assistant lady gives me a gem that distracts me for a good 10 minutes - the uber detailed company retreat schedule.

the company that i'm with this summer is going on a three-day retreat to some lake in the moutains. the company = the partners plus associates less summer intern (me). since i'm officially done with my summer internship in less than three weeks, it definitely is a good call on their part not to waste any bonding dough on me.

but this retreat is awesome. filled with massages, biking, fishing, etc., i feel like it would be a trip i would've really enjoyed. there's even a slot of "campfire w/ smores" and "wine and cheese boat cruise"...even "cocktails on the patio"!!! i mean, bonding over smores with 10 white men...sounds like the perfect getaway to me. just kidding.

i'm jealous yet i'm excited about being left alone for three whole days. i'll have plenty of time for me to go outside and thaw on third street restaurant patios. and for that, i will even deal with the smelly 'vators. anybody wanna come play in SM in the next few days?