Prison or Retreat?

Its 11.30 pm and I’m still in the same conference room that I have been in all day. The only time I have left this room today is for meals, to use the toilet, have a smoke and a quick shower. I guess it’s very similar to being a prisoner. We’ve been in here for so long that even the boss has let us smoke in the conference room. I pity those that don’t smoke, but too bad. I can’t be damned to walk out for a ciggy anymore.

Where am I? I am at the Equatorial Hotel in Bangi for a 3 day strategy retreat. I wouldn’t call it a retreat but that was the term coined for the e-mail I received that requested my presence.

Anyway, working is fine. It’s what I get paid to do, but what I can’t take is being so close to a resort golf course for 3 days and not being able to hit a single golf ball. Damn, that hurts. It really does.

My brain is drained to continue this entry any longer. Will update my life here at this ‘retreat’ tomorrow.