LEARNING ABOUT CHOCOLATE
I decided to fly in a day early before my interview to check out the town and learn more about the company culture. This town in owned by a certain candy company and I felt while I had the opportunity I should also enjoy myself and take a mini Americana vacation.
I tried to envision what it would be like to move my family to a new town. It seemed rather cute and everyone had their teeth - excellent sign. I went to the museum and learned about the company's founder. I found myself captivated by this story. Usually I am not a museum type of gal- I rather opt for shopping - which I did as well. Moving back to the museum though, it was hard to believe that the founder of this company had the foresight to be a pioneer in areas of innovation, marketing, environmental and social responsibilities. He basically built this town as a city planner would thinking about infrastructure and support systems for those who lived in this town. It made me feel like a total loser. How does a guy with no education, from a poor family and no technology able to make these vast contributions. Here I am with all the advantages of good education, creative environment and constant media now interviewing to work for a company that an apprentice candy maker made happen in the worst of times. I quickly finished the museum and realized a stop to the "Coach" outlet would dismiss any of my bad feeling about myself. I am so shallow.
As I was driving around on the brown paved streets called Chocolate Avenue etc.. I started getting paranoid. What happens if this is a conspiracy or a chocolate cult. Maybe the air infused chocolate hypnotic messaging in the air and no one left this town. What happens if it was the FIRM? I mean everyone is associated with this company in one way or another... what happens if I was being brainwashed. Further more, would I eat chocolate all day as candy was readily available everywhere. I started freaking out a bit...
THE BAR
I went down to a bar/restaurant in the hotel to grab a bite. I kind of don't like eating in my room - it grosses me out. I have to say it was definitely an interesting scene observing convention people after hours. There is a sea of middle aged balding guys and a small slathering of women trying to hang with the baldees.
I am sitting eating my chicken watching everyone progressively get drunk. It starts with the business talk and recapping the days events. Then the guys move into sports and the manly behavior of "high fives" on everything. Next stage is moving in on the prey - that would be any non balding male. I feel sex in the air a bunch of remorseful hook-ups about to happen. I better get out of her before I fall victim to some off hand comment about chicken... yikes
REALIZATION
Maybe the sugar is going to my head. This town has reason to be proud of their foundation. Realization 2 - what happens in a convention center stays in a convention center.
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