The Vancouver trip was a blast.
Stayed in gorgeous Yale Town.
I didn't realize how much I missed the big city until I went back.
It was really inspiring to meet the people who shape the programs for our clients.
Everyone is so full of passion to help, teach and succeed.
Set some big goals while I was away,
we talked a lot about breaking things down to the ridiculous...
building plans and knowing exactly every single tiny step on how to get to our goals.
I've already fulfilled one, I want to manage.
Ultimately I'd like to be a regional manager and purchase my own clinics (and other business endeavours!)
The trip wasn't ALL work though - the 4 of us that went had a great time getting to know each other outside of the clinic.
On a few days off now to relax and unwind. Then it's fullforce into the new position and training our new manager. After that Adam and I will be headed to Nanaimo on Vancouver Island - I'll be managing after the opening of our new clinic some time this summer!
The funny tale from my trip:We got back one night from dinner (around 9:30). One of our ladies decided she was tired so she went to bed. The rest of us wanted to go sit in the steam room and sauna downstairs. I was on the 16th floor. Chan&Cara were on the 17th.
I got off the elevator and walked around the corner (sort of, it was round) to my room... I heard a funny sound.
There was a man laying face down in front of my door!!
Stretched right out across the hallway - arm extended - little key card just inches from his fingers.
My first thought was "Oh God is he dead!?!" - no he was SNORING!
My Second thought was "This IS my room right?" - yep sure was!
I bolted around the corner and back up the elevator to C&C's room...
all of this happened so quickly that they had just shut their door. Hehe.
I told them what was going on between shaking and laughing.
We called security to 'help' this fella out.
After about 10 minutes we went down to my room so I could get my bikini.
2 security guards were there... staring at the lump of a man on the floor with "WTF are we going to do with him?" written all over their faces.
We went into the room now that the unresponsive and obviously quite drunk fella had been rolled out of the way.
After a few moments inside Cara heard a funny noise outside the door and looked through the peep hole. They were loading him onto a luggage cart!!!
We all took turns peeking to see the hilarious process.
It was the only way they could get him down to the Lobby so medics could look after him.
Bizarre... totally bizarre.
Imp naming himself. I wrote our top choices on paper post its and he ate the one that said IMP. Haha.
