I'm going to be in Boston. Can I visit Cakewalk?

Just curious. I'll be there and I wanted to see the place. Can I see the bakers at work?

I borrowed these pictures of the Kitchen from CJ's photo album.
 

 

 

 

 
I'm sure these pictures give you a good idea of what to expect. 

That last picture . . . is that where they made Rapture Pro ? . . .

I doubt the Bakers do much baking anymore. Most software vendors send out the recipe to be cooked where smart labor exists and costs are low.

They might let me im.
 
 
 
 
The cafeteria.
 

Hi,
 
Wouldn't it be better to say you want to have a cakewalk in Boston?

If I were to ever go to Boston, I'd expect to meet the members of the Red Sox.
(Just sayin'...)

bapu
I thought when you went to Bahstahn it was mandatory to meet the Red Sox?

'Zactly.
 
(At least the 20-40% that are worth meeting anyway.)

bitman
This should be sticky, and with a firm NO. (Or something like that).
 
These people have jobs there, with bosses and deadlines. Leave them alone.
It's like going to Boston and expecting to meet the members of the Red Sox.
 
If they let others in to just wander around then they might have to let Me in and that may or may not be so good.

 
 
Some companies allow it and some encourage it because it gets them face to face with a customer for a little bit and they get to see some cool stuff. Just depends on the company. Best thing to do is contact them directly rather than on the forum though.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm cheeeeeeeeze

Tell them you brought a powered vuvuzela with you and know how to use it if necessary! 

Not that I know anything at all about this, mind you, but if you had the idea to ship yourself to Cakewalk inside a giant cake, they now frown on that sort of thing. Obviously, I wouldn't know this from first hand experience. No. I also would not have any idea of how uncomfortable it can be in there.
 
I mean, you think "Cake" and you ask yourself, "How bad could that be?" Let me tell you. It's bad. First of all, it can get pretty hot. You might have to shed a few important layers to avoid drowning in your own sweat. At least, I would imagine that would be the case. I wouldn't know, of course. Secondly, if you didn't have claustrophobia before, you will have it now. It's like being buried alive, only without any of the positive aspects. It's just you, absolute darkness, cramping muscles, and the realization that you left your phone in the truck. It's a bit like a sensory deprivation tank, without enough of the deprivation. I would have liked a lot more deprivation. I mean, I think I would have, because, clearly, I have never been in that situation. 
 
It also takes a lot longer than you might think to get a large cake past Reception, into the freight elevator and into the main conference room. I mean, did everybody need to get a selfie in front of the cake? It would also take a while for the guys from Shipping/Receiving to wrestle the cake onto the conference room table. If someone, who obviously wasn't me, badly miscalculated the length of time required and drank a bit too much coffee before climbing into the cake, that could be a problem. The three bowls of chili may not have been the best idea, either. 
 
You would think that flipping the top open and slowly emerging from the cake would be a whimsical, celebratory and spectacular event, right? That may be how it is in the movies, but in practice, the effect is somewhat different. Ok, someone in that situation be just a tad overeager to get out of that cake. First of all, the top of that cake is a lot heavier than you might think. Also, given enough force and urgency, you can break right through the sides. I mean, I assume that someone might be able to do that. The fact that this person may have been too hot in there to keep the costume on should not be held against him. Besides, most of the salient bits were covered in frosting. It's not his fault that the conference room table was so slippery or that a certain executive was seated directly in front of the cake. In all of the confusion, screaming, and cries of, "My eyes! My eyes!", it's understandable that certain biological imperatives could no longer be denied.
 
I mean, I suppose that might have been the case. I wouldn't know since I was not there and had nothing whatsoever to do with whatever did or did not happen.
 
Just, don't send yourself in a cake. 
 
HTH

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