Ohmigod . . . my brain is fried.  Deep fried and the oil is seeping through my body.  Can you smell it?

I had a serious fry up on Friday afternoon.  I got to work, thinking, "ah, another day of finding my feet" only to have those thoughts ripped rudely from me.  It turned out that there was a Australian Publishers Association (APA) workshop on contracts in the city and the company had bought 2 seats - one for Iris, the publisher, and one for the other editor.  Except he was working on the accounting manuscript from hell, so he couldn't go.  Since the seats were already paid for, off I went to learn about contracts.  Yikes!

So we got to the Novotel in St Kilda at 1:55pm for 2:00 only to realise that it wasn't there - it was in the city at some hot shot law firm. I don't think I realised before that it can take as little as 12 minutes to get into the city from st kilda. We get there - it's a seriously swanky law firm on the 36th floor - and stagger in, grab my folder and try to look interested in copyright law.  My dad always wanted me to study law . ..  thank g-d I never did.  Don't think I would've survived to tell the tale.

The first session was all about the free trade agreement and how it affects publishing.  Fairly interesting, if that's your cuppa tea.  Considering that I'd left my glasses at home, the blurry powerpoint screens were confusing.  Then the meet 'n greet over afternoon tea (and yummy choc muffins).  Interesting people, except when they asked "so, what do you do at *Company*?" (Trying to be discreet-ish here).  Ummm . . . been there a week lady, so, not very much!  Felt like a bit of an imposter.

So tell me, when was your last encounter with the deep fried brain?