Well, my two days of play time are over. I enjoyed the conference, sick puppy that I am. I think it's a sign of serious mental disorder when you get excited about economics and labor force issues and when your critique of the conference as a whole is that there should've been a dedicated breakout session for discussion of the Fair Labor Standards Act.
I was also way too virtuous, not once dipping into the candy dishes or partaking of the afternoon cookies and brownies. Oddly, since I quit eating pre-made, processed foods, I find I rarely have cravings. I used to not be able to avoid inhaling any cookie in a three mile radius, but it's pretty easy to walk on by these days. Eating real food in realistic amounts really works!
The layout of the conference hotel was kind of odd. The conference rooms were all underground and parking was in a maze-like garage another level below, so that unless one made an intentional trip upstairs (no need for those of us not staying at the hotel) one could go all day without seeing daylight. They kept us busy the entire two days, with only fifteen-minute breaks before the next session, roundtable, panel, or speaker. I met some nice people, though, and was never bored. I got some great ideas to take back to the office with me and I found out about a workshop I'd like to attend in the spring. We'll see how that goes, since it would be overnight and my department hasn't got much money. But they have budget to send me to two conferences and a lunch workshop since I began working for them in June, so I'm not complaining. The number of conferences I went to in twelve years with my previous department? One. In the entire twelve years.
Yeah, I like my new job. For a lot of reasons.
So it's back to the salt mines now. I wonder if they've missed me?