a story in progress

There will be a point in time, where all the KPIs in the world and achievements will fall short to a single element. An element of self satisfaction; that peculiar sense of fulfillment encapsulate a complex array of emotions raging from being glad that it's over, being happy that no major hiccup or screw ups happened, feeling immensely proud of seeing how others are happy over seemingly straight forward stuffs such as printed t-shirts, black pepper chickens and blue passports measuring 120 by 80 to wishing things could be done better with the external speakers, welfare of the organizing committee, conference agendas and whatnot.

I would be the first to admit that through out these two months leading to the conference, I bitched a lot. From all things small to big, I was critical, grumpy and worse of all I was harboring to the point of being a Financial Nazi that would have made Ebenezer Scrooge a happy father if he had me as a son. But looking back, I do think that it was this very green, foreign learning journey for all of us at the organizing committee side that gave this experience its particular twist of essence.