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Mice Net : August 2008
sWeet dreams On day two of a week-long event, the event director had a night of no sleep. With one activity concluding at around 1am and work still to be done before the next one started at 6am, he worked through the night so that all was ready to go once more. By the end of this day, which included driving for more than 300km, he was desperate for some sleep and so took a nap in his motel room in the late afternoon prior to the evening’s VIP reception. This was understandable, except nobody remembered to wake him up again. He missed the big night entirely, which included participation by major sponsors and even some parliamentary guests. stand and deliver Anybody who has had anything to do with exhibitions no doubt realise that those exhibition stands can be pretty heavy. So what happens when they’re not safely erected? According to one of our readers they can cause a little bit of damage as one did at a motorshow event a while back. It seems that somebody forgot to sandbag a stand to ensure that it didn’t topple over. Unfortunately it did, and even more regrettably it crashed onto an $800,000 sports car that was on display. need for speed “Some years back I was working as a part-time instructor with a racing drivers’ school in the UK. An important part of our business was company incentive programs - fun days where the punters learned the basics of high performance driving, then were let loose behind the wheel themselves, with an instructor riding shotgun. One of my group had asked several intelligent questions during the classroom briefing, but seemed a little uneasy during the practical instruction. We were trained to watch out for visual cues, but he seemed okay, so the time came to don helmets and repair to the race-prepared Alfa, with punter driving and me observing in the right hand seat. All went well through the first couple of corners. In fact, he was quite tidy and I complimented him by giving a thumbs up signal. Then we came to the straight and he planted it, as one does. With the rev counter indicating a speed of around 150 km/h, we passed the first braking marker, but our hero showed no sign of slowing down! Not only alert, but definitely alarmed, I noted a glazed look in the eyes of the punter as he kept it flat and we headed towards the wall at the end of the straight. With him showing no sign of backing off, let alone braking, I opened my window sufficiently to hit the engine kill switch on the bonnet, then grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and the gear lever with the other, did a clutchless down-change, then threw the car into a lurid spin. The car came to rest less than a metre from the wall and as I gathered my wits I clambered out of the car, just about ready to hammer the stupid, senseless clown who had just about killed us both. He, on the other hand, calmly climbed out, tossed his helmet on the driver’s seat and strolled off without saying a word. The moral of the story? Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you!” mice.net 69