Been on a course the last few days, so when I got into work, it was to be chucked in to the deep end with a conference I had no prep for, the organisation was dismal and nobody knew exactly what was needed and where.
So imagine my horror when I walked into the main venue and found only the second top guy in the entire organisation standing in the middle of this maelstrom - smiling broadly at me and saying “Ahh, Mobo - Just the man to get this going!”

Unquestionably a 3-drops A314 day! 
So within an hour and a half I had found three extra rooms, got the staff to arbitrarily divvy-up the delegates into groups for the various workshops and got the various people involved into some sort of order for the networking session.
Oh and faced down some squat, beardy little prima-donna from recruitment who threw a full-on strop when I lined him up for one of the publicity stills - he even went and hid behind the stall rather than say no to being photographed. His boss will soon be explaining rather pointedly that its not all about him when it comes to media and with his salary/job description, being prissy about getting his pic taken is not a viable career choice!
So all the publicity for that day will go to one of our smaller divisions and a major oil company who brought a spectacular stand and a fine selection of charming, engaging and highly-qualified eye-candy of both sexes. They know how to do it! 
So by the end of the day, it seemed to be a triumph, with thanks all round and an invitation to look-up one of the exhibitors the next time I’m down south to see how I might like them! 
Now after all that, I was in a mood fro Readhead Fallout (just back from holiday), so it was two sprays IJ and 25mcg P96 alongside the remains of the A314.
Well, was she pleased to see me - snuggled straight-up against me and as I’m waiting for her to finish work, I’m getting cheeky flashes, her arse wiggled in my face at every opportunity and she has gone and changed into stockings already. 