Not your average early morning networker

Now, some of you in the world do not realise that I aspire to have people pay me for doing work for them. Sometimes it seems like I am in the group of non-realisers and sometimes I would love the world to know this fact and pay accordingly - but I digress...

This morning I woke up at an awfully early hour - I have been up at that hour before, but this morning it was particularly painful. That is what you have to do some mornings - suck in the pain and leave the bed.

As I was saying, the cat was positioned on my torso, paws kneading exactly the spot that would be pressed if you wanted to see just how full your bladder was, meows escalating in volume and insistence and I left the embrace of my sweet dreams and my day had started.

Ungodly hour was actually called for this morning, as this morning is the Wednesday of the every-second-Wednesday Breakfast Seminars being put on by the local Business Enterprise Centre at the moment and I have already paid for them and they have been very useful.

(For example, the last seminar was Printing Essentials where the core lesson was hire a designer - a fact that I went on to learn the hard way over the last 2 weeks - but I digress).

For some reason, they believe a Breakfast Seminars should take place between the hours of 7 and 8 am - as some people have paying jobs to go to, I suppose that it would be reasonable to such people as they would probably hit the floorboards at 6.30 to style up and be presentable by 7.

Other people, however, are required to do lunchboxes, ensure child is up, dressed, bag packed, hair tied, shoes on, put into before school care before they get to such events - oh, and they have to try and look presentable also, a laughable goal for me as I generally get my act together well after what they may consider reasonable, it requires at least an hour of lead time.

It was harder than normal this morning - not sure why...

So - I did that. People are not very mingly at that hour of the morning, which is fine by me - stand too long in front of the electric jug and you might get a "hello" and a "can I get to the hot water" but other than the presenters, I would not be able to pick out many of my fellow seminarians (?) from a line up.

I did try to do the schmooze about week 1 and found that, somewhere between my glory days of advertising in the early nineties and now, I have mislaid my real life schmooze. (Either that or the schmoozees up here are tougher nuts to crack than those found in Sydney) But I digress...

When I got home from the seminar (after talking to my designers answering machine - lovely guy and got the right idea about what is normal business hours) I read a few blogs and hopped across a few links until I found mothergoosemouse with her take on Parental Networking and it got me on a thought train...

Not sure where it will take me, but I have some ideas - about networking as a mother, as a worker, as a performer and as a blogger. I may even flesh them out one day... Ahh, but I digress...

Speaking of blog networks, another link-hopping this morning led me to MamaBlogga's BlogOlympics... Not sure if I will officially take part yet, but I realise (and blush to admit) that I think I get the bronze automatically in every day life - well, except for the update blogroll bit which has not been done of late - put it on the to do list...

The other theme I met this morning while having my blog surf was the appropriate gestures a male partner should make to his female partner to receive favourable attention (if you know what I mean).

Considering V has strained a muscle in his back at the moment his favourable attention grab is to request massages. He assures me it is on medical advice that he receive such attention but I am wary of his medical sources - apparently his podiatrist also recommended that someone give him daily foot massages to help assuage the ache of standing on concrete...

So maybe I will do a series on my thought train of various networks that abound - or maybe not - like poor V, I will keep you in suspense.