What did they say? Can you repeat that? Gosh, it’s so loud, I have no idea what you said? Can I sit closer, I can’t hear?
Welcome to the thoughts I that plague me when I’m in church, book club, or any workshop. Multiply this by 1,000, and I’m in trouble if I want to pursue conference coverage for this blog and the FamilyHistoryFanatics.com YouTube channel.
The primary reason I avoided the group interviews at the Media Hub was that I wouldn’t function well in them. With the decibel levels in the Expo Hall in my good hearing range and the volume amplified by 2,000, my mechanical wonders have a hard time filtering out what I don’t want and focusing on what I do. Unless large group interview participants don’t mind sitting each other’s laps so we can be shoulder to shoulder to be close enough for my hearing pleasure, I’m going to capture 50% of what is said. I have a feeling most people don’t want to be that close!
Many people have NO idea that I have a hearing problem. They’ll say I don’t talk like I do. That is because I’m high functioning with my hearing issues, so you just might forget I have these specifically targeted amplification wonders on my ears. They’re like ear decorations for the top part of my lobe!
Hang around me enough, knowing of my healing troubles, and you’ll understand my problems. And then you’d want to help me track down a pair of hearing aids that are hot pink with rhinestones. I wear my aids like a badge of honor and don’t need to blend them into my hair. If they stood out more, people would understand they don’t need to shout at me or speak down to me. But if they’d speak up, I’d be greatly indebted.
Okay, back to RootsTech and interviewing limitations. After filming several interviews, there was one exhibitor felt I couldn’t leave Salt Lake without capturing. But how? Access to company representatives was primarily through the group interviews in the Media Hub. I was on the verge of crossing the hope off my list until I sat down and met Matt.
Without knowing who he was by sight, I had mentioned my desire for an interview with the company in question, but my limitations were preventing me from signing up for the group options. I sighed about my wish to find someone who could hook me up with a one-on-one chat?
God must really love me because Matt was the guy. With a kind heart, Matt listened and considered my limitations while the wheels in his head turned. He had a lot to juggle, but I can’t thank him enough for helping me out. In my attempt to be accommodating to all of the interview options, I was willing to talk to a sales rep.
Having worked with MyHeritage at TxSGS in October, those folks are rather knowledgeable. A few moments with an available rep would be just fine as the top management personnel was likely booked.
Matt made no promised but would attempt to help me out. We caught up later, and he said he found me someone who had time to do the group interview. Guess who it was? Wait. If I tell you, you’d know the company in question, and poor Matt might suddenly be bombarded with special interview requests.
If you can pick out which video interview he hustled for, you have great sleuthing skills. All I have to say is, “Oh Matt! I owe you.”
Actually, I don’t owe him too much. Later my husband and I spent money at his booth. And guess who the cashier was!