I have been working for the last several months getting ready for the HR Technology Conference. Yesterday, I arrived in Vegas to witness all of my plans to come together, seamlessly. HA! Big fat HA! The technology company for whom I work is exhibiting and we are happy to be here. As you can imagine, it is quite an undertaking and if you have ever attended a conference with a busy expo hall, you know the work/organization that goes into all of the plans.
I decided, with the help of our CEO, to have a “theme” this year. Our US operations are based in sunny Newport Beach – a beach theme seemed appropriate and I decided to build our booth around a surfboard and a bucket of sand. It has been quite a project that I am happy to see come to fruition this week. I meet with our builder upon arrival at the Expo Hall and had a look at the work that had been completed, made a few changes and prepped further for the Expo Hall opening. Upon completion of my modifications and when I was happy with what was there, I walked with my builder out to the truck to pick up the surfboard, our prized possession that had been carefully wrapped up to prevent damage during the transportation process.
I thanked Bob the Builder (whose real name is Terry) and turned around hoping to see my colleague – who had been behind me, but he was not. And he happened to be carrying my bag that had everything in it- my cell phone, my room key, my wallet – everything. And all I had was a surfboard. So I swore a bit, NOT under my breath and walked around, all over, hoping to find him and then I figured, ok, I will just walk back to my room – which I thought was much closer than it ended up being. It was literally about a mile away. I girded my loins and I walked away carrying the board like I knew what I was doing – which I did – my boyfriend and my two teenagers are surfers.
But here’s the thing, I was in Vegas- on the strip, no less. Wearing flip-flops and carrying a surfboard, alternately on my head or under my right arm. I have pretty much decided that if I can endure walking through the bowels of hell, dodging swerving and crazy cab drivers and ignoring cat calls from God knows where on a hot Saturday afternoon in Vegas, I can pretty much endure anything. Two sore feet and blazing temper later, I was in my air-conditioned room. No worse for the wear. But with a lesson learned in my back pocket.
Don’t EVER give your ID, money or phone to someone else to hold while you are travelling – no matter how chivalrous. Lesson learned.
It was about two hours later when my goods were returned to me, so all’s well that ends well. It’s a short and simple life lesson, but one I have learned well, so I am thankful for it. AND I have now been added to the weird and wonderful things seen on the strip in Las Vegas this weekend. Cow-a-Bunga Dude, Surf’s Up at HR Tech!