I’m in the middle of changing jobs. To train my soon-to-be-former co-workers on how to get along without me, I spent three days this week at Fluent. What I garnered:
- Watching my audio-engineer husband in action. An unusual perk of this conference was that, for the first time, the Binkster was doing sound for an event I attended. It was fun learning from him some of the backstage scuttlebutt. In turn, I enjoyed explaining the in-jokes about semicolons and Internet Explorer. Something that was really beneficial was finding out which presentations impressed him—he’s not a developer, but he’s seen more PowerPoint than any human not being punished should, so if you reached him, you must be very engaging.
- Being reminded how unhealthy I feel sitting all day in a hotel ballroom. Spending all day inside usually makes me feel pretty bad, and so does sitting down a lot. Even worse is when the room is air-conditioned into that Atacama Desert level of humidity: we’re being mummified as we sit there enraptured by CoffeeScript. I swallowed zinc tablets and muscled through, but I skipped a few sessions because I just had to get outside and breathe real air. My admiration for my husband grew as I realized that he tolerates these conditions all the time for his job.
- No t-shirts. I guess I could’ve obtained one, but I don’t usually wear them, so didn’t bother. Conference swag I’d really wear: something like a high school varsity sports badge. Heck, I’d even sew it on my letter sweater, right next to my junior-year award for cross-country. You’re welcome, O’Reilly, for my excellent idea.