“Fuck me…” I muttered in disgust after hanging up my phone. It was news of yet another cancelled meeting with a prospective client that I had scheduled to meet weeks before at an industry conference in Las Vegas. Apparently, a wave of Covid had washed through a large portion of our industry at a super spreader event the week before, but as I was not in attendance I dodged that bullet.
A month before, I had booked a larger suite at my hotel in Vegas. The suite was designed to handle client gatherings complete with an office table, but it was going to waste since no one was coming. I’d received some cancellations leading up to the trip, but I’d spent all morning receiving updated cancellations via emails, texts and phone calls. My calendar was wiped out, so the rest of my day was now wide open to do as I pleased. I scrolled thru my contact list and sent out a few inquiries to some other prospects in case they were free, but I knew getting on someone else’s schedule this late meant my chances were slim.