. . . and I can’t meet anybody. Trade show with a vanful of coworkers. Down Friday morning and back Saturday night or Sunday morning, depending on whether a coworker is going to win an award at the Sat nite banquet.
I will have to drown my sorrows at Sony’s big bash Friday night. And maybe a casino on the way home. Boo-hoo-hoo.
But not at Tom Peters’ keynote luncheon speech. I don’t care if they are feeding me for free. Life and my visit to the show are too short for that. I have to learn much about my industry (electronic houses) while not sounding stupid when people talk to me. Leaving me in big trouble.