Thursday, February 9, 2006

'Somewhat Movie Scenes'

We had dinner out last night, a treat from our corporate managers for the various sales teams - set in the cozy first floor interior of one Segafreedo, located nearby a pub called Slippery Senoritas (I ventured there once without knowing its name, and honestly speaking, the place isn't as obscene as it sounds: 'Nay! Don't go there!').

I scratch my head at the fact that I'm a 'sales person', but ridiculously I have a fixed salary - which tends to be almost half spent, each week after its arrival.
As such, the dinner was a welcomed balm to my dogged creature of disgruntledness. Alas, here it is again with its ugly head: there were no beers.

After reluctantly (but otherwise expertly) helping out with the decorations (all the way from the ground staircase to the first floor, I had strategically cellophane-taped red, pink and purple balloons; their bases carefully hidden in the cover of tinsel, at locations as advised by my seniors), I plunked myself into a chic seat and watched silent music videos, one after another. The resident 'band', which comprised of a DJ and two female singers (aren't they all?), were conducting their sound check - while I was thoughtfully name-spitting bands which had a similar 'sound', much to the approval of my female colleagues during a Nickelback video: Creed, Lifehouse, etc - 'His voice is 'o so manly!' Uh-huh, I replied unenthusiastically. (I digress: MTV's penchant for the trendy via a chatbox for some of its programs now make for light amusement eg 'Mia, are you angry with me? Why aren't you talking to me?', 'All their songs suck!' etc etc).

They could have done without the soundcheck because when the actual performance commenced, a good many of us had killed our synapses from voluntary / forced alcohol consumption. I noticed that the Corporates loved Frank Sinatra dearly, though their expression of his music through karaoke was almost shameless narcissism (the catalyst: red wine). No one younger than 40-ish sang.

The evening's itinerary, as clumsily conveyed by me:-

1) Fruit Punch
2) Red Wine (equivalent to a fire-eating gig aftermath: a regretfully singed throat).
3) Prawn & Calamari Salad
4) Lobster Soup with erm.. some exotic baked bread (Forgive me, I know not my food).
5) The main course: Salmon (I stressed on getting 'soft' food when I was given the choice of 'Chicken', 'Lamb' or 'Fish', but when I saw my colleague's Lamb dish, I wanted to die).
6) Ice cream & Tiramisu
7) Coffee (the girls kept sharing related 'Coffee, Tea or Me' stories / jokes. I pretty much kept to myself, the whole time).


I need some lozenges.

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