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In which she conferences hard
New Zealand zebra, NZ
Today started (after a certain amount of groaning and dragging myself out of bed) with a vendor breakfast. I avoid vendor things labelled as "hors d'oeuvres" because they're generally at the time of day when you're exhausted and starving and they want you to stand around attempting to subsist on food that would barely satisfy a sparrow and alcohol that would inebriate an ox. But a seated three-course breakfast seemed worth tolerating some vendor speeches for, even if it was at seven thirty in the morning. Luckily my cold was much alleviated overnight plus I planned ahead and took my own tissues.

Course one was muesli, yoghurt and fruit; course two was a breakfast steak, bacon, poached egg, tomato, mushrooms, and smashed potato; course three was various breads. Courses one and two were actually on the table the whole time, along with tea, coffee and juice; the above order is based on the menu which we all, more or less, obediently followed. Smashed potato, for the curious, appears to be what happens when the cook is too lazy to either mash the potato properly for hash browns or cut it properly for fries. I sound like I judge, but it does create a fun random mix of soft and crispy.

There followed eight hours' worth of sessions and mingling. I caught up with an old colleague who now works in Dubai, various other old colleagues, a lot of vendors at their stalls (they like someone to tell about their products; I like the free USB sticks. Also some of the products even if mostly we still can't afford them - actually it's often most useful to talk to the vendors whose products we already subscribe to because they can tell us the goss as I can nag them about those bugs we keep reporting), and a few strangers who have migrated to a system we're going to migrate to. After the last session there were drinkies and sparrow hors d'oeuvres, but it was bearable because there was also icecream (provided by a vendor, I think) and a magic show.

Then I came back to my hotel to crash for a couple of hours before dinner and realised it was already seven twenty. So that was a day.

In new and unexciting random maladies, my socks are perhaps too tight for twelve hours of conferencing because I now have an achy ankle. Also using my salbutamol inhaler because my lungs like the air conditioning (plus virus) as little as the rest of my respiratory system, yay.

--Okay, the "30 free minutes per 24 hours" doesn't seem to have a set rollover time, it wants to be at least 24 hours since you last used it.

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That seems like a really-weird way to provide WiFi -- unless they are trying to discourage guests from staying more than one night.

It's even weirder that they don't tell you what the rules are.

Honestly it's pretty unusual for hotels to provide *any* free wifi. And technically they do tell you the rules, they just don't... disambiguate, I guess. It was probably intuitive to them so they assumed everyone would get it. I'm more annoyed that the rule that was intuitive to them is just stupid.

The last few times I checked into a hotel, we were given a password to the net with the keys to the room. Could be different customs on different continents, or it could be because we stay at the sort of hotel that is built near an off-ramp of an interstate. I've several times read an economist's musings as to why it is that expensive hotels charge extra for access and cheap hotels don't. (His best guess, the last time I noticed, was discriminatory pricing; if it's still going on, that pretty much rules out the theory that the Ritzplush put in WiFi first and hasn't updated.)

Yeah, I mostly only stay at hotels when going to conferences so they're in the "We can get away with this" side of things. Possibly Australia/New Zealand is lagging behind a little too.

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