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canyonwalker) wrote2023-05-23 11:40 pm
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Trade Show Day 2: An Even Later Evening
Vegas in May Travelog #4
Back at my room - Tue, 23 May 2023, 11:20pm
Day 2 at the trade show has been another long one. Like yesterday I got up well before my 6:45 alarm (jet lag from being in the Caribbean last week), worked in my room until 11, then went down for lunch, then worked the exhibit hall from about 12:30 on. Unlike yesterday the afternoon didn't seem to drag as badly. Don't get me wrong; it was still long and very tiring. But it didn't seem as dull or repetitive.
Maybe part of that was the awareness that tonight I might not have to work the booth until 7pm. See, the exhibit hall hours ran 'til 7pm again, but my company had organized a customer dinner starting at 6pm. And as it was in another casino we'd have to leave at 5:30pm.
Did I even want to go, though? Sure, the dinner was at a nice restaurant, the Martha Stewart associated Bedford at the Paris casino. The thing is, a free $200 dinner doesn't motivate me. If it were the same either way to my company I would've happily spent one-third or one-quarter of that dining quietly on my own. But some customers had dropped out at the last moment, and our organizer wanted to make sure the seats they prepaid were filled. All of us on staff were asked to go. ...Except the organizer. She dined quietly, on her own. 🤔
BTW, we made all the jokes about Martha Stewart's name being on the restaurant. "What are the menu choices?" we teased. "Swimsuit Salmon? Jail bird chicken? Insider steak?"
Humor aside, the food was all good. We had a decent number of customers there; not quite as many as we wanted, but enough for a respectable showing. And the dinner we thought would run until 8 went 'til 9.
After dinner a few colleagues and I took a slow walk back to the casino. We chatted about work along the way. Then, like last night, we grabbed a nightcap at one of the ridiculously overpriced bars in Caesars Palace. Except unlike last night, we finished that nightcap not at 8pm but at 11.
When I got back to my room this evening I decided I needed a shower. I was congested and coughing from the latent smoke in the air. I know from past trips that I'll sleep better if I clean that crap off my skin and out of my hair with a hot shower. So now I'm clean and ready to go to bed... and doing some blogging to help wind down.
Tomorrow's a shorter day... in the exhibit hall, at least. I'll be working 9:45am - 2pm. Then the exhibits close. I'll likely spend a bit after that helping tear down the booth and send home the stuff that needs to be sent home. My flight's not 'til 7:50pm so I'll have time to help. Though as the exhibit hall closes earlier than I thought when I booked the flight over a month ago I might see if I can switch to an earlier flight.
Back at my room - Tue, 23 May 2023, 11:20pm
Day 2 at the trade show has been another long one. Like yesterday I got up well before my 6:45 alarm (jet lag from being in the Caribbean last week), worked in my room until 11, then went down for lunch, then worked the exhibit hall from about 12:30 on. Unlike yesterday the afternoon didn't seem to drag as badly. Don't get me wrong; it was still long and very tiring. But it didn't seem as dull or repetitive.
Maybe part of that was the awareness that tonight I might not have to work the booth until 7pm. See, the exhibit hall hours ran 'til 7pm again, but my company had organized a customer dinner starting at 6pm. And as it was in another casino we'd have to leave at 5:30pm.
Did I even want to go, though? Sure, the dinner was at a nice restaurant, the Martha Stewart associated Bedford at the Paris casino. The thing is, a free $200 dinner doesn't motivate me. If it were the same either way to my company I would've happily spent one-third or one-quarter of that dining quietly on my own. But some customers had dropped out at the last moment, and our organizer wanted to make sure the seats they prepaid were filled. All of us on staff were asked to go. ...Except the organizer. She dined quietly, on her own. 🤔
BTW, we made all the jokes about Martha Stewart's name being on the restaurant. "What are the menu choices?" we teased. "Swimsuit Salmon? Jail bird chicken? Insider steak?"
Humor aside, the food was all good. We had a decent number of customers there; not quite as many as we wanted, but enough for a respectable showing. And the dinner we thought would run until 8 went 'til 9.
After dinner a few colleagues and I took a slow walk back to the casino. We chatted about work along the way. Then, like last night, we grabbed a nightcap at one of the ridiculously overpriced bars in Caesars Palace. Except unlike last night, we finished that nightcap not at 8pm but at 11.
When I got back to my room this evening I decided I needed a shower. I was congested and coughing from the latent smoke in the air. I know from past trips that I'll sleep better if I clean that crap off my skin and out of my hair with a hot shower. So now I'm clean and ready to go to bed... and doing some blogging to help wind down.
Tomorrow's a shorter day... in the exhibit hall, at least. I'll be working 9:45am - 2pm. Then the exhibits close. I'll likely spend a bit after that helping tear down the booth and send home the stuff that needs to be sent home. My flight's not 'til 7:50pm so I'll have time to help. Though as the exhibit hall closes earlier than I thought when I booked the flight over a month ago I might see if I can switch to an earlier flight.