After spending the better part of two months preparing for two days in Las Vegas, my body, mind and spirit are fully recovered from last week’s Catersource tradeshow.
Though I was only in Sin City for a total of sixty-five hours, not one of those hours were wasted on trivial matters like TV—actually, I did take a brief nap after day two and I admit the television was on.
It was my first time returning to the strip since I was a wee lassie of eight or nine years. The only thing I remember from back then is that we stayed at a big castle hotel (Excalibur), we went on a day trip to the Hoover Dam, and whilst my parents enjoyed the many splendors of the casino floor, I enjoyed the twenty-one and under section, complete with a giant claw machine that, when positioned just right, retrieved loads of candy and spit them down a shoot to my eagerly awaiting little paws. The machine yielded me just the right amount of Twizzlers to keep interest, but not enough to go home with rotted teeth. I was what’s referred to as a long-term investment in the casino industry. If this joint had anything to do with it, I would be back sometime in the next twelve to twenty years with bills instead of coins burning a hole in my pocket.
Well, the jokes on me, because one week ago, there I was, a measly fifteen years later walking up and down the strip like it was my first time seeing bright lights (I’m from Chicago, for crying out loud—the strip just does something to a person).
While this experience was a mixture of business and pleasure—hey, I dabbled in some grown up gambling, who wouldn’t, right?—and the business experience far outweighed my hot streak on the craps table.
While at the tradeshow, I got a delightful taste of what it’s like to interact with a variety of people in a business fashion. Though I’ve done my fair share of people meeting, never had it been in such a business-forward setting. I’ll tell you, people from around the world came to this. I met Australians and Canadians. Americans and Antiguans. And all under the context of selling our wonderful minds.
Under the guidance of catering guru Michael Roman, our booth swelled with interest. Looking to my left and right, I witnessed my colleagues in action, both informing and inquiring about website building, SEO maintenance, social media management and more. And hey, I did my fair share of interacting, too.
Actually, now would probably be a most opportune moment to share with the group that I did, in fact, win the badge scanning and client interaction contest amongst my fellow co-workers. Not that it was a competition or anything…. But it totally was. I’ve got to say, though, even if I had just spoken with five people, I would have still walked away from the experience with just that: experience.
Until next time, Vegas…
Post By: Molly Meyer
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