…but, someone else paid for it.
One of the many neat things about “that place where I work” is the annual President’s Club Dinner.
For the past few years, it has been held in Las Vegas, Nevada.
It’s a recognition program for folks who meet goals, standards, and have achievements over the past year, and it’s pretty fancy. So, last week, I along with over 2,000 associates from the company and our guests converged on The Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino in Las Vegas.
After a $28 cab ride to a hotel I could see from the runway as we landed, and checking into the room, we readied ourselves for the first evening, which consisted of a reception that was held for associates who would be considered in most worlds as over-achievers.
Apparently, my customers went all Sally Field and “liked me, really, really liked me,” and my volume of work over the past decade has been well, voluminous.
So, I got to shake the hand of the CEO twice, they took my picture, twice, and I got two statuettes.
It’s odd, I love to do well, but I don’t do recognition well. I get a tad embarrassed, I usually self-deprecate, but I do appreciate.
It was a nice event; open bar, hors d’ oeuvres, stuff like that.
When that part ended at 8 PM, I was still in the mood for food.
It’s Vegas, and if you don’t drink, gamble, have time for a show, or pick UP hookers, well, food’s your option.
They have some serious food in Vegas, and you really never have to leave the hotel.
We went Hubert Keller’s Fleur. It’s a tapas place.
After we’d had a deconstructed Caesar salad with white anchovies, a beet and field green salad, a raviolo* and three tacos the size of a Barbie purse, the waiter presented me with a $70 check.
I said it was good, not cheap.
Day 2 we were on our own until 5 PM when dinner for 4,500 was served in the convention center.
Again, open bar, buffet tables galore, motivational speeches and entertainment by some of the company leaders, and Chris Hardwick of Talking Dead fame.
It was awesome.
I’m glad I got to go!
Oh, and there was dessert!
*It is a slightly larger and much flatter ravioli, and there was one.