Trade Show Day 3
Trade Show Travelog #7
Back at the hotel - Wed, 4 Dec 2024, 10:45pm
I'm back in my hotel room now, shoes off and smoky clothes tossed in the closet. Day 3 of the AWS trade show is in the books.
My day started not with the trade show but with doing some customer-facing work from my hotel room. Sales leaders don't appreciate that I'm busy with a trade show they sent me on that I expressed a preference not to do. They still want to move other business forward, and every day counts to then. It's not good enough to have a meeting on Friday, when I'm back from travel; it has to happen today. The fate of the entire company rests upon it, they'd have me believe.
After the totally-could-have-waited-2-more-days work I dressed for the show and walked over. I'm staying at the Wynn now, so it wasn't a brutal walk. I worked the booth on the show floor from 1-6pm. In the past I used to do 6-8 hour shift with minimal complaint... but this 5 hour shift today had me checking my watch halfway through. By the end of the day almost everybody in the booth was grumbling about their aching feet/ankles/legs. ...Everybody except the money-saving genius who decided to forego the carpet padding because it cost extra. Said genius was barely in the booth today, of course.
This evening a bunch of us went to dinner at Sinatra in the Encore hotel/casino. It was an easy "yes" for me because the Encore is connected to the Wynn, where I'm staying now. And also because I enjoy Italian-American cuisine. And that's despite eating there last night, too. In fact some of the waiters and the sommelier recognized me. I made the dinner less repetitious by ordering the veal osso buco this evening instead of the (ginormous) veal parmigiana. The flavors of the meals are as unalike as apples and oranges, but between the two I think the osso buco was the better choice.
Well, like I said, I'm back in my room now. For the night. I have no interested in clubbing or hitting a bar. Drinking too much is a younger person's sport. And I have no interest in gambling anymore; all the games on the Strip suck now. Even watching the ploppies piss away their fat stacks of cash on games with terrible house edges is no fun. It's like cattle walk ploddingly to the slaughter.
Tomorrow will be the last day of the show. I'm scheduled 10-1 but may work as late as show close at 4. My flight's not until around 7pm. I'll see if I can stand-by to an earlier flight. Meanwhile, I should close my computer up soon and try to get more than 6 hours sleep tonight.
Back at the hotel - Wed, 4 Dec 2024, 10:45pm
I'm back in my hotel room now, shoes off and smoky clothes tossed in the closet. Day 3 of the AWS trade show is in the books.
My day started not with the trade show but with doing some customer-facing work from my hotel room. Sales leaders don't appreciate that I'm busy with a trade show they sent me on that I expressed a preference not to do. They still want to move other business forward, and every day counts to then. It's not good enough to have a meeting on Friday, when I'm back from travel; it has to happen today. The fate of the entire company rests upon it, they'd have me believe.
After the totally-could-have-waited-2-more-days work I dressed for the show and walked over. I'm staying at the Wynn now, so it wasn't a brutal walk. I worked the booth on the show floor from 1-6pm. In the past I used to do 6-8 hour shift with minimal complaint... but this 5 hour shift today had me checking my watch halfway through. By the end of the day almost everybody in the booth was grumbling about their aching feet/ankles/legs. ...Everybody except the money-saving genius who decided to forego the carpet padding because it cost extra. Said genius was barely in the booth today, of course.
This evening a bunch of us went to dinner at Sinatra in the Encore hotel/casino. It was an easy "yes" for me because the Encore is connected to the Wynn, where I'm staying now. And also because I enjoy Italian-American cuisine. And that's despite eating there last night, too. In fact some of the waiters and the sommelier recognized me. I made the dinner less repetitious by ordering the veal osso buco this evening instead of the (ginormous) veal parmigiana. The flavors of the meals are as unalike as apples and oranges, but between the two I think the osso buco was the better choice.
Well, like I said, I'm back in my room now. For the night. I have no interested in clubbing or hitting a bar. Drinking too much is a younger person's sport. And I have no interest in gambling anymore; all the games on the Strip suck now. Even watching the ploppies piss away their fat stacks of cash on games with terrible house edges is no fun. It's like cattle walk ploddingly to the slaughter.
Tomorrow will be the last day of the show. I'm scheduled 10-1 but may work as late as show close at 4. My flight's not until around 7pm. I'll see if I can stand-by to an earlier flight. Meanwhile, I should close my computer up soon and try to get more than 6 hours sleep tonight.