My BFF Laura sent me an e-mail the other day in response to my last entry--something to the effect of, "You sold your soul to a non-profit, right? That makes you a crappy negotiator."
Admittedly, that makes me feel a bit better about my Faustian transaction. So does being here in Waikiki for our annual meeting. I miss my family, and I'm trying to stay on my diet; but despite the drawbacks, it is really gorgeous here. And apparently I've been assigned one of the "executive" rooms, which means I have a lovely view. Who knows, maybe that's what they tell all the staffers just to make us feel special.
Perhaps the wages of sin aren't so great, but it does have a few lovely perks.
