Deerhurst Debauchery
(Alanis Morissette - Ironic)

So I spent last weekend up north at a resort called Deerhurst. They have a nice golf course, indoor tennis, dogsledding, skiing/snowboarding, snowmobiling and even ice fishing. I spent most of the day playing squash, table tennis and tennis. I can’t believe how out of shape I am, I was sore for 3 days straight after this event. Anyhow, I was up at the resort for a company sales meeting and it was a blast. I’ve never seen so many of my coworkers tanked.

You know you and your coworkers are having a good time when...

1)You, your coworkers and your managers are trying to plan out how to mount a fake giant grizzly bear and come damn close to doing it if it weren’t for the hotel managers stopping you.
2)Your usually conservative coworkers have their ties wrapped around their heads, their shirts untucked and doing the YMCA.
3)One of your regional directors changes out of his suit into a retro 70’s outfit that's tripping everyone out.
4)You get nominated for an award and before they announce the winner, you’re already thinking of ways to thank your parents, your agent, the people who voted for you and of course the lord and saviour Jesus Christ -- even though your parents weren’t there, you don’t have an agent and you’re a rabid Atheist.
5)After they close the bar, everyone heads to the manager’s after party where they order a $1200 mini-bar that’s expensed on the company.
6)You have 250 incriminating digital pictures to prove it. (I’ll try and post some of these pictures in the next few days.)

I had to share my hotel room with one of my managers. It’s always a little awkward sharing a room or a bed with someone else. You always run the risk of sharing with a snorer, a teeth-grinder or worse – a sleep-farter. I’ll have to admit that I’m a snorer and I have been known to keep people up with my snoring but I’m not a sleep-farter.

I told my manager about my snoring beforehand so he could bring earplugs if he needed.

Thankfully my manager isn’t a sleep-farter or else Monday morning would have been awkward in the office after I told everyone about his nasty habit. Here’s a tip, if you’re ever sharing a bed with a sleep-farter – don’t sleep with the covers over your head.