Sentences with phrase «lunch hours talking»

I will be the guest speaker at lunch hour talking about a Woman's Healthy Lifestyle and answering -LSB-...]

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Casey gives in - house lunch - hour motivational talks.

While having lunch across the street from the Booksmith, I overheard one of the ladies who works there talking on her phone about tickets for an upcoming event that were gobbled up in two hours this morning.

When he returned home a few hours later, shopping bags in hand, I wanted to hear ALL the details of his outing, but he only wanted to talk about what he ate for lunch.

Every year around this time investment bankers, lawyers and other corporate advisers spend hours over Christmas lunches talking up the merger and acquisitions pipeline.

About a week after that initial phone conversation, they had a four - hour lunch at Aldo's, a Sacramento restaurant, and the talk turned to specifics.

Of course, one of these dimensions may be having nothing else to talk about but this special little angel who takes all your partner's time and energy, won't let you sleep through the night, regularly tosses his lunch and screams at all hours.

I was there talking during a lunch - hour seminar about misbehaviour.

I find myself fantasizing about an hour alone for lunch, uninterrupted bathroom breaks, and the availability of other adults to talk to.

However, during lunch hour, when his colleagues talk negatively about those very views, he does not join the discussion.

«The people making the identifications in India or the US, idly doing this on their lunch hour instead of Minesweeper, would have no idea of the implications of what they are doing,» Zittrain said in the talk.

The daily program features a morning session of Qi Gong, a short hike and an elective physical activity before 11 am, morning tea and an information talk (or «lifestyle seminar») for an hour before lunch.

So we spent a couple of hours having lunch outside in the sun, walking through the park, talking and simply enjoying the day with each other.

When someone becomes a client of It's Just Lunch, there is a personal hour long interview which you talk more about yourself and what you want in a match.

You will meet the kind of women that you hear your friends talking about or your co-worker bragging about during you office lunch hour.

His lunch - hour talk is entitled «Seeking Alpha and Getting Clobbered.»

We ended up talking for three and a half hours: over lunch, a quick tour through the Metropolitan Museum, a cab ride downtown and ended over coffee.

When I attended the curator's talk at Franz Kline: Coal and Steel at the Allentown Art Museum (to Jan. 13, 2013), I noticed several Pennsylvania Power and Light (PPL) employees in the audience enjoying a cultural lunch hour.

Her lunch hours offered opportunities to meet and talk with co-workers facilitated by NWEI curriculum.

Mr. Correia is a prolific writer and hosts several podcasts for the Legal Talk Network, including the Legal Toolkit and Lunch Hour Legal Marketing.

Joe talks to Jared Correia, Assistant Director and Senior Law Practice Advisor at LOMAP and host of Legal Talk Network's Legal Toolkit and Lunch Hour Legal Marketing.

A simple way of doing this is to promote tech talks on lunch hours.

The way I feel (and what I've heard from others) is when someone offers to take me to lunch to talk about real estate, it is usually not appealing because it's not worth taking an hour or more away from my work to save $ 5 - $ 10 on lunch.

Mostly, we get lunch and talk shop with the people around us for 1 - 3 hours then get back to work.

We had the most amazing lunch at Gazi and laughed and talked for hours over delicious Greek food and wine.

Well, the thought of getting out of the house for a couple of hours to have lunch and «talk adoption» sounded amazing, so I immediately wrote her back and said «YES, YES, YES!

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.