In our homes/apartments/caves, we all have that junk drawer where we stash things we don’t want to deal with in the moment. My junk drawer has things like batteries, travel-sized tissues, scissors, a glue stick, and some random receipts that were kept for some reason that probably made sense at the time but no longer do. I tried opening the junk drawer last night, and it got stuck for a few seconds before a forceful tug finally pried it open. Probably a good time to start cleaning it out.

Here at CMEpalooza, we have our own junk drawer filled with tidbits of information that Derek and I should probably pass along but that don’t require a full blog post. Since our junk drawer is getting full, we figured it was a good time to empty it out. So here goes:

When is the CMEpalooza Spring agenda coming out? My team keeps asking me and I don’t know what to tell anymore except for, ‘Soon.’

It’s coming out, uh, soon. We have all of the sessions selected and are just confirming times and initial faculty. It will likely be released either this Thursday or next Monday. You can be confident in setting aside the full day on Wednesday, April 16, for our unique brand of education.

How can I get emails automatically sent to me when there is a new blog post released? Your blog posts are the highlight of my week, and I have FOMO.

If you go to the bottom of our homepage, you’ll see a spot that says, “Follow Blog via Email.” Just enter in your email address and you’ll get each and every one of our pithy creations sent to you wrapped in a pretty little bow. We have about 1,100 subscribers to the blog right now so you’d be joining a pretty illustrious and select crowd.

I used to get emails when you released blog posts, but I don’t anymore. I have incredible FOMO, so can you please help me?

We don’t scrub anyone from our blog distribution list unless they ask us to remove them manually, so this is a you problem. Probably some overzealous IT person cranked up your company Spam filter to 10 and we erroneously are landing in the “bad boy” zone.

I see all of these amazing companies listed on your Sponsor tab. I have incredible FOMO, but I’m worried that it’s too late to come aboard as a sponsor for 2025. Is that true, yes or no?

Most definitely no. We take sponsors all the way up to the day of our live events. That said, we’ll be ramping up our promotional efforts in the next few weeks and will be holding our special Sponsor event in late March/early April, so probably better to commit sooner rather than later. If you want to check out all of the current sponsor opportunities, you can check out our 2025 Sponsor Prospectus.

I know that you guys always have lots of cool giveaways. What about this year?

So, along with our Sponsor event, we’ll be having the CMEpalooza STEPtacular Challenge, CMEpalooza Feeds the People, and CMEpalooza Scavenger Hunt in 2025. Basically, if you don’t find a way to get something from us for free this year, you aren’t trying.

I’ve got a big problem at work and could use some advice. Anyone you can think of who I should ask?

That’s what our CMEpalooza Ask Me Anything feature is for (yes, this is also a poorly veiled plea for some more submissions. We’re running a bit low). If you have an issue (professional or personal) you want us to help with, you can click here to submit your question(s). There is a decent chance we’ll get to it next month.

I’ve really gotten into the CMEslinger drama. My husband and I cozy up together in bed with a cup of joe and read it every Friday morning. How many more weeks can my snuggle bug and I look forward to?

Sadly for you and your snuggle bug, this week marks the conclusion of the CMEslinger drama. We thought that 8 parts were enough. However, based on the results of our LinkedIn poll showing that a whopping 75% of people wanted more of the CMEslinger (OK, only 8 people voted, but still), it is possible that we’ll be doing this again next year. Maybe.

I’m a huge dork fan but still have trouble with your name. Can you please clarify if it is CMEpalooza or CME palooza or CMEPalooza or CMEPALOOZA or CMEpalloza or whatever?

I’m so glad you asked. It’s very simple: our name is CMEpalooza. Take “CME” and add “palooza” to the end of it. “CME” is capitalized because it’s an acronym. “palooza” is not capitalized because it is not an acronym and you don’t say each letter individually.  CMEpalooza. That’s it.

If you missed previous segments of the CMEslinger saga, you can read them here:

• Part 1
• Part 2
• Part 3
• Part 4
• Part 5
• Part 6

And now, our latest segment:

Part 7 (Derek)
With a long sigh, Marge removed her clear-framed reading glasses and carelessly tossed them onto a stack of receipts.

“Well boys, everything seems in order here. I think we’re just about all set to get this thing started.”

The CMEslinger and the man in black simultaneously said “good” and rose from the seats they had taken while waiting for Marge to finish her review.

“Sit back down,” Marge scolded. “I’m not through with you two, yet.”

Chagrined, the two rivals sat back down on opposite ends of the only couch in Room 242.

“Phinneas organized this competition to end your fighting, but he still has one last lesson for you. Do either of you remember his favorite saying?” Marge asked with a blank face.

“You idiots went to school for half your life and you still don’t know nothin’?” guessed the CMEslinger.

“No, not that saying. The other one.”

“Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. Mentor a man who knows how to fish and you will never have to fish again,” replied the man in black.

“Correct. You both know how important mentorship was to Phinneas and how honored he was to receive the Maitland Memorial Mentorship Award back in 2021. He was proud to mentor you both and you repaid him by breaking his heart.”

The CMEslinger and the man in black both stared down at their feet with grim expressions. A sly grin began to creep across Marge’s face.

“This competition is not only about your skills as a CME professional, but it is also about your effectiveness as a mentor. This is Phinneas’s final lesson.” Marge motioned to the hotel room door, as if excusing them from her presence.

Puzzled, the two men hesitantly stood up and walked over to the door. Reaching it first, the man in black grabbed the door knob and tried to turn it. It wouldn’t budge. He rattled it a few times and then tried turning it with two hands, but it still wouldn’t move.

Shouldering him out of the way, the CMEslinger gripped the knob but Marge interrupted him.

“Don’t bother. Maintenance reversed the door knob and I had my assistant Leon lock it from the outside. He’ll scan his keycard and unlock it when I give him the code word. Until then, no one is going anywhere.”

“What’s going on?” asked the confused CMEslinger.

“Yeah,” agreed the man in black. “Give him the code word. The symposia doors open in five minutes. We have to get to our rooms!”

Smiling broadly now, Marge slowly shook her head.

“You are staying here with me. And so is he. This competition is now in the hands of your staff. A good mentor will have a staff that is prepared to take over in his or her absence. Just as Phinneas mentored and trained you to take over for him, he wanted to make sure you were doing the same. A mentor never stops mentoring.”

The man in black stared at her in disbelief and then slowly reached for his phone in his front pocket.

“Once again, I urge you not to bother,” Marge said pleasantly. “I’ve disabled the wifi in the room and had everyone on your staff block your number. You won’t be able to communicate with them.”

“So, what are we supposed to do now?” asked the CMEslinger. “Just stand here and do nothing?”

“At 7 o’clock sharp, Leon will visit each symposium and count the number of attendees. He will then return to Room 242, knock twice, pause, then knock twice again. I will state the code word and he will unlock the door. He will then reveal the winner of the competition.”

“And until then?” asked a very annoyed man in black.

“We wait,” replied Marge, her smile broadening even more.

If you missed previous segments of the CMEslinger saga, you can read them here:

• Part 1
• Part 2
• Part 3
• Part 4
• Part 5

And now, our latest segment:

Part 6 (Scott)
The man in black snarled as he turned on his heels to go find Marge. The CMEslinger took his time, lingering a few feet behind, letting his nemesis have this final small victory.

“Room 242,” the man in black muttered. “Here we are.”

As the CMEslinger approached, the man in black opened the door to find Marge, as expected, pouring one last time over a mountain of invoices and receipts. She had already given her blessing to each man’s expenditures, assuring both parties that this was a fair fight, but no one was surprised to see her doing one last check. Her fastidious nature was the reason she had survived 23 years alongside Phinneas as the organization’s accreditation guru. Often a thorn in the sides of everyone around her, Marge was as pure as a mountain stream, a rare bastion of fairness that made her the only possible choice as referee of this “winner take all” competition.

It had been a complicated 3 months, ever since the day that Phinneas summoned the men to his office on a warm September afternoon. With a tear in his eye, he addressed them both that day.

“Men, watching the two of you grow as CME professionals is among my most cherished accomplishments. And yet watching one small incident tear you apart is among my biggest disappointments. I am tired of the bickering, the back and forth ‘he said this and he said that.’ This needs to end. Today.”

He spent the next 30 minutes going over the rules of the “loser-leaves-CME” competition. He had already secured a satellite symposium time slot from 6-8 pm on the opening night of the biggest specialist meeting of the year. The rooms would be identical in size, each seating a maximum of 472 attendees, equidistant from the hotel lobby. Each man was given $200,000 to spend as they saw fit – activity design, audience generation, faculty recruitment, staffing, you name it. Whoever had more butts in seats at 7 pm–exactly halfway through the symposium time slot–was the winner. Of course, Phinneas pointed to Marge sitting quietly in the corner and told both parties that all receipts would need to be handed over to her to ensure a fair playing field.

“There will be no shenanigans,” Phinneas said. “Everything remains above board. I put my trust in the both of you as gentlemen.”

Neither the CMEslinger nor the man in black knew it would be the last time they saw Phinneas in person (he never told anyone that he had been diagnosed with stage IV pancreatic cancer 5 months ago), but they nonetheless knew that this competition would be a fair fight. They might not trust each other anywhere else, but this time, for these stakes, they did.

Not surprisingly, both parties took a very different path. The CMEslinger, being a technology geek, invested a good chunk of his dollars in VR technology and scientific programmers, promising every attendee a chance to latch on a headset to see on a molecular level how the latest therapeutic breakthrough worked. The man in black scoffed at these methods, instead relying on the old school approach of securing the biggest name faculty in the industry to man the stage as well as a detailed promotional plan with multiple waves of print and electronic announcements.

As Phinneas always said, “What’s newer ain’t always better. Except when it is.”

The clock ticked toward 5 pm when the symposium rooms would open to the public, but neither man broke a sweat. This was the moment that would define their careers, the moment to prove once and for all who was the King of CME.

What they didn’t know was that Phinneas had one last surprise in store for them both.