I am thankful that I grew up on the east coast, and that being in the heart of Manhattan (my hotel is literally in Times Square) is not something new to me. Otherwise I'd be extremely disappointed to be stuffed inside a hotel 24/7.
After a few snafu's, of trying to hail a cab at the airport instead of realizing there was a taxi line of 200 people to wait in, getting my hotel room rate hiked up upon check-in, and consuming a $20 cheeseburger (least expensive item on the menu)...oh, and spilling coffee down the front of my new khaki dress 15 minutes before the opening session this morning and realizing that my old job title (Marketing Coordinator Specialist) is included in the attendance list among mostly VIP's and Execs from Fortune 1000 companies...I'm hanging on to optimism that no one noticed any of these things and that my 'fails' so far are merely indicative of being in one of the most expensive cities on the planet, attending a conference on behalf of my entire team and trying to represent them well, and realizing that the jump from home.werker to manhattan is quite extreme. Or at least it feels that way. Hence the blog post in the middle of the networking break.
|My cab ride from LGA to Times Square in the middle of evening rush hour.|
|My $20 cheeseburger. The waiter told me to take a picture, he must have known it was expensive too. :)|
|The view of Times Square...a few months too late for New Year's Eve!|