I didn't go. As I stood in the shower at 6 am, I decided that I deserved my attention that day more than Sprint Canada did. Instead of schmoozing I read, cleaned out the garden shed, listened to some music, then went to a driving range and hit eight dollars worth of golf balls into the wild blue yonder.

I'll not be a corporate whore for a coffee mug and a poorly cooked steak.

Hurrah hurrah.