Drew short straw and had to work the company booth at one of the events. There were some interesting moments, but I was very bored. So I scrawled down some musings on a napkin while bored.
1. I no longer find collecting schwag nearly as exciting as I once did. But still, it's become something of a challenge to find the perfect marketing pen. Cap pend, twist pens, click pens. Metal, plastic, etc. Grip, design, line... It's a thing, and keeps us from going insane while we repeat the same company marketing points.
2. The Lockheed-Martin folks have a way bigger budget than us. They bring their own coffee and smoothie bar, and serve from a vast selection of pastries. (I'm partial to the chees danishes...) It's not like the association doesn't provide - there are nice coffee setups throughout the space, and usually they have bagels out, but I am still impressed.
3. Listening to Samuel Alito, I'm struck by how similar his voice and intonation is to Vince Vaughn. An older, more boring Vince Vaughn. I don't know what to make of that.
4. For those of you who know who John Feinstein is, I've come to realize that what John Feinstein is to writing about sports... that's what one of my bosses is to writing about the Navy. In terms of how prolific he is, in terms of him pissing people off because he's opinionated, and also because of his very sloppy mode of dress.
5. Maryland at Duke, tonight. I sure hope we don't get stomped. Not like the women got stomped by the Duke women last week.
6. So I brought my old toaster into the office. We had a toaster over that only works if you stand around and hold the door closed. And a vertical slice toaster, that doesn't really work. So now, I add a third. A toaster oven, that bakes, but doesn't actually toast. Though at least the door stays closed.
1. I no longer find collecting schwag nearly as exciting as I once did. But still, it's become something of a challenge to find the perfect marketing pen. Cap pend, twist pens, click pens. Metal, plastic, etc. Grip, design, line... It's a thing, and keeps us from going insane while we repeat the same company marketing points.
2. The Lockheed-Martin folks have a way bigger budget than us. They bring their own coffee and smoothie bar, and serve from a vast selection of pastries. (I'm partial to the chees danishes...) It's not like the association doesn't provide - there are nice coffee setups throughout the space, and usually they have bagels out, but I am still impressed.
3. Listening to Samuel Alito, I'm struck by how similar his voice and intonation is to Vince Vaughn. An older, more boring Vince Vaughn. I don't know what to make of that.
4. For those of you who know who John Feinstein is, I've come to realize that what John Feinstein is to writing about sports... that's what one of my bosses is to writing about the Navy. In terms of how prolific he is, in terms of him pissing people off because he's opinionated, and also because of his very sloppy mode of dress.
5. Maryland at Duke, tonight. I sure hope we don't get stomped. Not like the women got stomped by the Duke women last week.
6. So I brought my old toaster into the office. We had a toaster over that only works if you stand around and hold the door closed. And a vertical slice toaster, that doesn't really work. So now, I add a third. A toaster oven, that bakes, but doesn't actually toast. Though at least the door stays closed.
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Toaster = pop tarts = nummmmmmmy
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Still can't get over that name you call that stuff. Anyway.
You obviously haven't seen the breast squeezie that is available. I would google but I will leave that up to you if you decide to take a look. No male equivalent that I have seen yet!
The best giveaway I ever saw were MIT sweatshirts last year at a recruitment fair. The really expensive $60-80 ones. Hundreds of them. I guess that is what having huge endowment money means. LOL I give away candy, highlighters and my happy smile!! /snerk
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Schwag . . .