Thursday, February 6, 2025
Time: 3:24 PM
Song: Rattlesnakes
Artists: Jack Van Cleaf, Zach Bryan
Mode of consumption: Listening to Release Radar on Spotify at the IPLSA
conference in Springfield.
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/5yzAaKGdD6HwTxeXcdyNxY?si=35025140f2074d87
Every year I man a booth for ASE at the IPLSA conference in
Springfield. For professional services like surveying, the professionals must obtain
continuing education points every year, and the conference offers classes and seminars
for this. Our company also supports the association by having a booth.
Usually, one sets up a booth to get business, but most of
the people that attend the conference offer similar services as we do. So,
manning the booth doesn’t require a lot of attention. Just the occasional
conversation with industry peers to gauge possible future projects that might hit
the streets.
So, I spend the day doing similar work on my laptop that I
do from my normal desk in Dixon. I prepare proposals. Answer emails. Basically,
do whatever needs to be done from a marketing and proposal standpoint. Sometimes,
like earlier this morning, that’s a lot. It was a juggling match between
incoming requests and existing duties.
About noon, the emails slowed down, and I had satisfied the
most urgent of the requests.
Now, most of the attendees are at a class, so I slip on the
headphones. Listen to music and review my to-do list.
With the song playing, it’s a bit like a music video. People
walk by. Nod their heads. Grab a snack from the table of refreshments.
A couple of guys chat about politics the next booth over,
and I am glad to have the music to cover it. The next intelligent political conversation
I hear will be the first intelligent political conversation I’ve heard.
I am sure everyone is thinking about getting through the remaining
hours of this show. Maybe they consider who they want to talk to, or who they
need to talk to. Other exhibitors probably have big fish they want to snag to
sell equipment. My company is probably one of those fish, but I am not the guy
they need to talk to.
Hotel workers staff the minifridge with soda, and another one
is getting alcohol ready for the evening’s social event.
All of it is to the beat and lyrics of this song. Some of it
fits. Some of it doesn’t.
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