
In this informal monologue, the speaker recounts growing up around a parent who was a "conference junkie" in the real‑estate industry. The speaker describes how conferences were treated like adult trick‑or‑treat, with endless giveaways of pens, balls, and other office supplies. The first conference attended was in Florida in October 1999, shortly after obtaining a real‑estate license. The speaker’s father would calculate how many houses needed to be sold to afford the latest conference technology, and would purchase large quantities of tapes and CDs that were never actually used. The anecdote ends with a reflection on the wasted money spent on physical media that was ultimately ignored, highlighting both the culture of conference consumption and the financial pressures tied to it.










