The very hardest thing to get used to, in my new professional life, is that conventions no longer mean panels starting at 10:00 AM that most people miss.
Oh, no.
It now means an exhibit hall that opens at 7:00 AM, full of people who want to buy books and for whom I need to be awake and alert.
Grrrr.
1 comment:
Ahhh...those huge conferences, 12 hours of standing on your feet are fun aren't they? If you are lucky, you'll get to go to one or two where they roll out food and beer towards the end of the day.
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