Finish the second day of a three day sales course in an anonymous Derbyshire Hotel at 5pm. Have a shower, get changed, down to the bar, and then have a drink and a meal with 13 colleagues, several of whom I do not like. The conversation will be about how this course is such an eye opener, and vital to learn the latest sales techniques in a modern market place which is struggling out of recession. Later when I'm pissed with a few colleagues I actually like and trust, I can reiterate that the sales process hasn't changed since some bloke sold a handful of nails to Roman soldiers at the side of the cross.
And for this, I miss the biggest game of the season! A fecking Derby on a wednesday night!!! Wtf!