Recursive Words

One of my work colleagues will arrive early tomorrow morning for a coffee before an Uber arrives to spirit both of us away to a country estate with the greater part of the company workforce to take part in a two day internal tech conference.

Last year I presented during one of the sessions – this year I’m off the hook, and will be able to sit back, absorb, and enjoy.

I haven’t practiced Mario Kart, so have no idea how the evening tournament I’ve been roped into will go. I imagine some of our number will take it far too seriously. I did consider packing a chess set, but quite like my chess set and don’t want the pieces to go missing.

We’ll see.

While at the conference I want to get provisional approval for some time off next month. There’s a flight simulation expo happening in the US – and I’ve been asked if I’m going – both by attendees, and stall holders. I’m thinking about it.

If I go, it will be ever so slightly crazy – flying out on the Thursday, attending the show from Friday through Sunday, then flying home on Monday. The jet lag will be hilarious. One of the companies at the show is already talking about potentially getting me on-stage for a panel.

The show is in Minneapolis. I just asked a friend in the US what Minneapolis is famous for, and she replied with a giant picture of Prince.

While debating the cost of the trip with my other half, she commented that the entire thing can be offset against tax – which will chop an enormous percentage off the real cost of the trip.

I guess there’s also the conflict with Iran to consider – and the indirect effect on flights. After doing a little reading, the likelihood of transatlantic flights being disrupted is apparently very low.

I need to get approval for the time off first anyway. There’s no point getting ahead of myself.

Anyway.

It’s getting late.

I have an early start in the morning. Time to go brush my teeth, and collapse into bed.