Time Flies

Wow, 4am came super quick tonight.
Shoshana and I played a couple games of Cribbage, a new favorite of mine.
We tore through Old School and I've donned my headphones for Lucky Number Slevin while Shoshana catches a couple winks.
Also, nothing whatsoever has happened "security" wise since I got here. Other than worrying about the rain leaking through the roof and onto computer equipment.
I want to take this time to clear something up. I don't want anyone to get the wrong impression about what I am doing. There is nothing intellectually difficult about my job, and the only physical toll is the lack of sleep.
I have the utmost respect for the people that come here during the day and set up these computers, routers and miles of wires that will someday soon connect this large white tent to the rest of the globe.
And those people making those connections? Those people are just as crucial. I was walking around the tent earlier and I noticed that some of the six-foot tables had makeshift nametags on them. Nothing more than printer paper with simple words; photography, entertainment, reception...Vance.

It was that last one that stuck out to me. I don't know whoever Vance is, and it is likely I never will. The thing that hit me was this: whomever Vance is, they were important enough not to get a generic label like "photography."
Somewhere along the line this Vance person did something right. Maybe they wrote a killer lead to some fancy feature. Maybe he/she happened to jump on the bus and made it to the scene a couple seconds before the other guy/girl. Maybe, just maybe, Vance has known the right people for all existence and would have had that paper no matter what.
Either way, Vance is something to take aim at, something to shoot for.
My name is nearly as short as Vance's and Vance isn't here now. Two important facts when you consider my current situation. The font size used for either my first or last names would have to be smaller so I may not even get a piece of paper. True to my word though, I hope not to be stuck with overnight gigs for much longer.
Long story short, I plan on moving to bigger and better things.
Short story long, I appreciate my opportunity and would gladly do it again. Steady work with the Associated Press is two things I would be happy with for the rest of my life.
I'd be content with my current gig, but some part of me wants something greater, something far more meaningful and impacting. Isn't that what makes me so awesome though? I concur.
Vance has something I don't-besides five letters on a white piece of paper taped to a conference table. Vance has experience. To tell the truth, I am assuming Vance has experience. For all I know Vance is the cousin of the cat setting up the conference table and said cousin thought Vance would love to see his name tacked on to said table. All of this could be based on a semi-practical joke gone unnoticed.
But I digress.
Assuming Vance is someone worth being, I will one day be Vance.
Wish me luck.