Will laying in bed — not sleeping and also not getting my workout — but just checking off the daily items I can do from bed (scripture, Duolingo, Rosetta Stone)…Continue reading “Letting the morning tick away”
I woke up early Sunday. Like, even for a workday it would be early. Dreams set in jobs I hadn’t had in years, or at least with people I hadn’t worked with in years. Weird crisscross dreamscapes that made no sense.Continue reading “Slacker”
I spent last week at a conference. I went last year too.
The content on the whole is great. They have amazing keynote addresses (which this year even managed to be on topic) and amazing tech presentations. The breakout sessions turned out not to be as relevant to our role but they set up a “garage” area that was more in our sphere and that was cool.
Don’t I sound positive, after the fact?
It was great… it’s great BIG. Estimates varied from 12-14000 attendees.
All in all the event is too big for me – I feel lost in conferences with several hundred attendees, let alone several thousand. And they had growing pains of their own, little nitty things that added up to not a great experience.
Things like asking the people who were in for Training the day before the conference to get there 1-2 hours before we needed to be there, and then not letting us into the training rooms on arrival because they were still being set up.
Things like simultaneously asking everyone to come in and register a day early to get better positions at the concert night, causing a huge rush during training registration and sessions.
Things like having that rush correspond with not just 1 registration line but also separate lines for swag and concert entry. The entire facility was just a sea of snaking lines, and that was just the prelude to the event itself.
Ostensibly the theme of the event was Breakthroughs but I would say the real theme was lines.
My second day (the first day of the event proper) didn’t go much better. The coffee reception didn’t exist because we all needed to queue up for keynote seating. (I didn’t grab the awful hotel coffee because I was headed over to the reception).
No. Coffee. For. Me.
- Had us standing on a concrete slab for over an hour (my back and feet in agony before we were done.
- Didn’t have any separators to keep people in queue, so later arrivers were able to swoop in and get ahead of people who’d been there longer, waiting.
- Didn’t guarantee a place in the keynotes because they had either oversold the conference or not set up enough seating inside. I got in, barely, and ended up in one of the farthest back rows, with easily hundreds of people still behind me. Some of them ended up in an overflow room, watching the event via streaming video. They were not pleased.
There’s going to be a headache later, I betcha.
Not because of impending weather (always a possibility). Not because I feel anything but fine, fine, fine, physically.
There’s going to be a headache, because that’s usually what happens when I’m this easily irked.
(Correlation, cause or effect, I don’t know.) Continue reading “Easily irked”
I’ve had 4 dream cycles tonight. I know this, not because I remember my dreams tonight — in fact, I only remember that I dreamed, their substance quickly draining away as they were swallowed up Continue reading “Not running away (but occasionally wanting to)”
It’s hard to tell I’m here, because I haven’t posted in waaay too long. But here I am. And here’s an update. Of the extra random, flotsamy variety. Hey, I’m out of practice, bear with me.
Dear Fellow WordPress Bloggers, bloggers I follow in particular and creators of online content in general,
Hey. How are ya? Good, good.
Look, (if I’m following you) I love your content. It’s fabulous. Keep it up.
And it’s YOUR content. Continue reading “Mildly phobic”
OK, maybe they aren’t trying, exactly, but the net result is the same.
So in terms of workload, I’m still adjusting to the pace. But that’s not the only way that I’m a bit out of sorts. Continue reading “Still adjusting”
It is the small hours as I write this. Not just post-timing magic… actual, small, I-should-be-sleeping hours. And I should be sleeping. I should especially be sleeping as the new work day approaches.
But I am not sleeping. Continue reading “Small hours”