Gary, Indiana… Not Louisiana, Paris, France, New York or Rome!
Actually, not even Gary– I’m in Indianapolis. For work. Although on the taxi ride from the airport it smelled vaguely like Gary.
It’s a conference thingy. Today was a light day– orientation, and I sat in on a committee meeting. It was… Interesting.
It’s basically a bunch of middle aged white dudes (with a sprinkling of Asians and Indians) sitting around debating proposed alterations to international testing standard.
It’s the quintessence of bureaucracy. Which, if you know me at all, makes me lose my fucking mind!
I nearly lost my shit after the room spent 30 minutes debating whether to change a definition for how to properly measure % elongation in low ductility materials.
Yeah. Excitement plus.
There are good parts about attending this conference. First, I’m not in the office for 4 days. Second, is the hotel.
I’m staying at the JW Marriott in downtown Indy. It’s a big, curved, glass monstrosity and I’m on the 20th floor. Corner room too.
Here’s my view:
Thank god work is picking up the tab!
Now, if only I could meet a hot, single gay conferencee….