Barb's Burblings

Off to the cornfields

I got in to work this morning, and maybe 15 minutes into the day, my boss came and sat on my desk right next to me. This completely threw me off, because (a) I thought she was out today, and (b) hello, personal space. (People at my job seem to have little awareness for other people's space--when they want to talk to me, they usually come right up to me. Ack.) Anyway, the conversation went something like this:

Boss: I'm supposed to go to Indianapolis to exhibit at a conference this weekend. If I can't go, would you like to go?
Me: ...Indianapolis?
Boss: You'd be going with X and Y, who've done this a number of times before, so it'd be a good way to ease you into this.
Me: ...This weekend?
Boss: You'd fly out Thursday, or Friday even, and come back Sunday. There's no pressure--if you don't want to go, that's fine.
Me: [Somewhat confused look]
Boss: I'll let you think about it. Let me know by noon.

So...I'm going to Indianapolis. Tomorrow. Should be interesting. And I had to have earned tons of brownie points; I mean, filling in for my boss at the last minute? And I do like traveling--particularly when someone else is picking up the bill.