Conference

Hayfever is runny but not blocked up today so I’m just occasionally having to blow my nose discreetly and hope that nobody thinks I’ve got COVID.

I’ve just crushed three bags of ice so that would make me a superspreader if I did.

This is a great big annual conference. There’s always something to do. Earlier I was on “You can’t park there” duty. Then “Where m/

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4 hours. Dunno where that sentence was going. Back then I wasn’t even plugged into the borg, but now there’s this thing in my ear that tells me what to do. Being part of the network of walkie talkies mostly means I get to listen to other people talking about bins, but I also occasionally get to find the bell and bring it to Mark.

Lots of suppliers here and I’ve made friends with some of them which will mean a free tote bag and some interesting mixers and even the occasional bottle of something. One guy had a leaky crate of beer. One punctured can meant we got to keep the ones it sprayed. All of us will go home with what we can carry I expect.

I won’t be able to carry much though. The Club is very green and they were mowing the lawns when I got in this morning at 6, and I’ll still be blowing my nose at 2am, before coming back for 6.30. Everything has to be out of here by 8am and right now there are 300 people giving each other awards in the room next door, and it’s the time I went to bed yesterday. I’m gonna be walking wounded by tomorrow morning at 8am but I don’t have any work until Friday afternoon so I’ll have time to recover. I’ll let you know if I end up with buckets of swag.

I’m a lot better at crushing ice today than I was yesterday.

Oh God. The party has started. Two and a half hours of breaking down tables and picking up glasses. Hopefully some delegates will leave their goodie bags.