Sometimes I wonder what terrible thing I did wrong in a previous lifetime that I must now spend so much of my time in windowless hotel ballrooms listening to people read slides to me.
This is an unfair characterization of this morning’s meeting, in which bright people spoke at me for hours after a short stretch of slide reading, but any amount of reading slides to me is too much. I’m in for it tomorrow, too. I must have been Vlad the Impaler.
On the public record 
Ugh. I hate conferences. Trying to sit there and look interested without yawning too obviously. Hopefully there’s coffee involved; that really helps. Tours and field trips are so much better.
“Sometimes I wonder what terrible thing I did wrong in a previous lifetime that I must now spend so much of my time in windowless hotel ballrooms listening to people read slides to me.”
Why do people do that? Don’t they realize that it is very painful?