Sentences with phrase «colleagues over lunch»

Or maybe they are old - school, and tell their colleagues over lunch, or while discussing a case at their office.

I was discussing the market with a colleague over lunch, and while I didn't call the top that day, I remarked that it didn't matter much, that 5 - 10 years later just staying in the market would have been the right thing.

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Order a glass of wine over lunch with a colleague or crack open a beer in the cafeteria today and get ready for a few puzzled stares.

Now users can make payments not only in a retail environment but also to settle between friends and colleagues over things such as lunch or rent.

His idea of «research» is to talk to a colleague he knows over lunch and leave it at that.

This can create pressure for a postdoc or grad student during an oral or poster presentation, but Duina claims that some of this energy can be saved for meeting new colleagues: «I think it is a well - known fact that usually one gets different kinds of information out of talking to people in an informal setting, i.e., over lunch or dinner, than while attending talks or surfing the poster exhibits.»

Along with colleagues Peter Todd of Indiana University Bloomington and Brian Wansink of Cornell University, Scheibehenne invited 64 participants over the course of two days to a free lunch in a dark restaurant in downtown Berlin.

Can't a guy just go to lunch these days without his reporting colleague scribbling all over the map of the United States he just freehand - doodled on a white board?

This cozy venue in the heart of the hotel provides a welcoming place to relax over a leisurely breakfast or a lunch with friends or colleagues.

Some of his irritation with inaction bubbled over in mid-November when Inglis, ranking member of the House Science and Technology Committee's Energy and Environment Subcommittee, told colleagues during a five - minute tongue lashing that the Chinese «plan on eating our lunch in this next century.»

Over lunch that day, the system engineer shared the tale with his colleagues John J. Bartholdi III and Craig A. Toveyat at Georgia Tech, and they wondered together if they could use their knowledge to make the bees even more successful.

We have had colleagues over for happy hours and lunches.

Over the course of one week, I went for lunch with former colleagues, grabbed coffee with three different friends, bought frozen yogurt with my wife and ate sushi with my sister.

We met over lunch on the beautiful sunny esplanade here in Cairns with some of her work colleagues to get a run down on what was involved, the ideas they had and the style in which they wanted to showcase Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islanders in the various medical and emergency professions throughout Australia.

The best thing about conferences is not only the leisure / fun time away from business, but also the opportunity to meet up with colleagues from far and wide over lunch, coffee breaks, fun nights and the closing dinner.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.