Feast of Fools

I spent all morning in a training session my department put on for our sales guys from all over EMEA (Europe/Middle East/Africa, duh). One bloke from Hungary sitting opposite me looked SO MUCH like Ioan Gruffudd with straight hair and a tan that I kept doing double takes every time I looked past him. He was giving me distinctly odd looks by the end...

Now tomorrow I have to go out to a strategising dinner with my current departmental colleagues, which is fine because they're (almost) all lovely, but *why* does it have to be strategy-related? EVERYTHING is strategy-related. Couldn't we just eat?

And the day after that I have lunch with the boss from my old department and (thank gods) a few others from there as well. The boss in question has never said anything one could actually define as sexist in my hearing, but has a way of saying 'ladies' that makes me want to brain him with a cricket bat. I think he thinks I'm pathologically shy, whereas actually I just dislike him intensely. Ho-hum.