Day Two
of RSAC; steps: more than 12,000. Here’s Moscone South just before the Expo opened:
I
mooched around the halls for much of the day, channeling my inner blonde asking
competitors questions about their products. Mostly I got away with it. Dave, a
sales engineer with one company was mansplaining things no end. Then his
colleague Kyle, having apparently looked at my badge, started asking questions
about my job. Kyle clearly did not hold with sharing info.
Guy
from another company flat out told me, “You’re a competitor. We’re not going to
tell you anything.”
Well,
joke’s on him, because I’m going to their sponsored party tonight. They haven’t
disinvited me from that.
Also,
we’ll crush them like a bug.
Speaking
of parties, I limited it to three last night. I only went to the third one
because it was the personal-via-LinkedIn invitation to the event at the fancy
steakhouse. Also, it’s within staggering distance of my hotel and the other two
parties. I bagged number four.
And I had
to mess with JIRA tickets when I got back in the evening.
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