Some 20-plus years ago I attended my
first-ever AICPA conference, the fall meeting of Council at the cavernous
Venetian Hotel in Las Vegas, which had just made its debut on the Strip the
year before.
I was sort of feeling my way around as I
was new to covering the profession when a curious thing happened. My colleague
and I were invited to one of the official dinners, which had reserved a table
for each of the state council representatives. Trouble was, that none of the
conference organizers had bothered to account for the spouses of attendees. So,
when people began lining up against the walls with no place to sit, a small
panic ensued, and the hotel housemen were forced to sardine in at least 10
extra tables to accommodate the overflow.
When I returned to the office, I penned a
column titled “Long Division,” which basically pointed out that all those folks
had to do was get a true headcount and divide by 10 to determine the correct
number of tables. I also questioned as to why scores of CPAs, accustomed to far
more difficult financial calculations, were unable to do just that.
As one might imagine that op-ed didn’t
win many friends at the institute and for 12 years, I had an uneasy
relationship with the powers that be.
But that was then, and this is now. Or was
it?
After spending the better part of last week at the ENGAGE conference at times I felt like I was transported back to the Venetian in 2000.
To be fair, this was their first live
ENGAGE conference after last year’s quarantine and there are bound to be
scheduling and logistic quirks even in a normal year and 2020 was anything but
normal. But a few observations and trust me, I was far from the only one voicing
the following observations.
1.
The crux of profession-related
issues usually embraced by the institute’s PCPS unit such as practice management
to name one seemed truncated on the overall agenda whereas in years past, they
were front and center. For example, you can stage just so many PFP sessions and
there appeared to be an overabundance.
2.
The exhibit hall hours were
skewed and often confusing – even to some of the disgruntled vendors who paid
not insignificant booth fees in hopes of interacting more frequently with
attendees.
3.
For a $1,795 registration
fee, I at least expected plated luncheons during the confab which I received on
Monday’s opening but was then subjected to sealed translucent bowls of quinoa
combined with either chicken or tofu the ensuing two days in the exhibit hall
and good luck trying to find a seat.
4.
After countless marketing
materials touting the conference’s keynote speaker, Caroline Kennedy, it was
never mentioned (at least in the promotions I received) that she wouldn’t be
attending live, but rather connected virtually. And truth be told, the images
one saw from the various space shuttle voyages were often far clearer than
those of her interview.
But on the plus side, I did manage to
bring home some of those always necessary refrigerator clips in addition to a
mobile phone holder. And a few notepads to boot.
There’s always next year.
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