The conference hotel
I'm at a conference. It's in one of the most beautiful places in the U.S.. However, the conference organizers decided to use a hotel venue in the middle of nowhere. There's nothing here but deer and possum; the hotel food is so bad that I am considering eating either the deer or the possum. Can one dress a deer with plastic coffee stirrers?
It could be worse. There are friends here, and the talks are mostly interesting.
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I went to a knitting convention like that--terrible, terrible venue. I only stayed because of the classes and the yarn market, but I definitely complained to everyone and anyone higher-up about how bad it really was.
Do they do evals at the end? Gang up with your friends and make sure to flood their box with negative evals on the venue.
Did you bring your knitting?
The post-conference evaluation is a good idea. However, this one is federally funded, so I think they chose this one because it was cheap. I can respect that, but I'll complain about it anyway.
I did not bring knitting. I have lots of work to keep me busy. One good thing: free wireless everywhere!
1. I *thought* you must be a knitter; one can sense kindred souls; 2. I'd go for the deer, and I bet you can find a plastic fork to help with the dressing-out. I am glad to hear that there is a saving grace, at least. Hope you didn't have to pay for the "privilege"......
I was at a regional Karate tournament with my son a few years ago. The tournament was fine, but the hotel was just disgusting, there were roaches in the lobby and the beds were lumpy. The bikers were out in force at 2:00 AM running up and down the streets.
Do not despair. If you have a car with which to kill a deer, you can instead use it to drive to food. I found the best Mexican food in a Kentucky town with a Scottish name.
My condolences on the crappy food, AP. Were I at the same conference with you, we'd drink our meals instead. :-)
God, I hate this. I went to one this spring, in a hotel in the middle of an industrial park. Gah! I have had much experience traveling for work, though, and I always pack a bottle of wine in my checked luggage, cradled in socks or pajama bottoms, for those late Sunday night arrivals when the hotel restaurant is closed.
I have also become pretty good at fashioning marginally acceptable evening meals from offerings at convenience stores or gas stations - beer, saltine crackers, packaged cheese and ham is often available, sometimes even an apple.
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