J has attended the NAB Show in Vegas for about 6-7 years now. Every year I get the long, serious, look me straight in the eye speech about how it's work and he has to go. The technology is amazing and it's all the cutting edge cameras. With out this knowledge he would have an incredible deficit when it comes to purchasing new cameras or related equipment. Although, I couldn't quite tell you the last time the company bought a cutting edge camera, but that's just my side of the story.
What my husband fails to mention is the hard work and long hours that he puts in at the card tables or how he forces his liver to work overtime. It is very time consuming to research which 5 star restaurants he wants to patronize. Or how difficult it is to function at this conference when he is hung over and had no sleep. And, my last I'm over the annual Vegas conference point is, the money he throws away gambling. But oh wait, he always wins, except for last year, when he was too intoxicated to actually recall how much money he lost.
Yes, I am a bit disgruntled about this Vegas trip. I mean how old are we (see post below)!
One thing I didn't expect to come out of this "business" trip was the toll it takes on our girls. We ran into a fellow classmate of Sj's and both of her parents at the mall yesterday. We chatted hello, went our separate ways.
On the way home, this conversation transpired:
Sj: Is it the weekend?
Me: No silly girl, it's Tuesday, why do you ask?
Sj: Well, Maggie's dad was at the mall, isn't it a work day?
Me: Sometimes daddies have weekdays off and work different hours. Or maybe he took the day off.
Sj: Wow, that's so nice of Maggie's dad to want to spend a WORK day with her.
Then I just want to cry inside, knowing we are the last thing on my husband's mind. It's just business, right?! I'll get over it.