Tonight I had a Women in Management dinner on campus that turned out to be absolutely awesome. I was lucky enough to sit at the table with the director of the Marriott School, as well as the two speakers for tonight. The director was more than happy to brag me up to the speakers because of our Ohio State competition win, which might come in handy if I end up interviewing with them (and I SO want to!).
But the main thing I came away with? I'm a pig. And I'm totally okay with that. Dinner was served buffet-style, and I noticed when I came back from the line that my plate was the only one that was totally stacked. It's not just because it was a free dinner, either; I piled my plate high because I was STARVING and because the food looked dang good. But I came across this same problem in Ohio, even with my boys: my plate would be stacked, and theirs were only moderately full.
I'm okay with being a pig, but then it really cuts into the talking time. I dunno . . . anyone else think this is a problem?
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no problem at all--if I looked like you, I'd eat piles of food too!!!
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