Conferences are invigorating, right?
Try sitting through a dozen of these in a dark room and you may change your mind.
Of course you can’t beat the free coffee and break snacks between sessions. The company isn’t usually that bad either, although I do often find myself saying the same thing over and over (and over).
The most maddening aspect of conferences isn’t the boredom – although who can’t relate to that tricky dilemma of being caught in the front row of a tedious talk that never quite lived up to its title (shame on the presenter!) – but rather my inability to attend every overlapping talk in the conflicting time schedules of the “too many to count” concurrent sessions, simultaneously happening all at once.
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Naples Grand Beach Resort, right next to Clam Pass |
Then there’s my inability to find the “Venetian” Room – “Oh, that one’s upstairs on the other side of the Grand Pavillion, you know, right across from the Poinciana Room”– and most devastating of all: to pull the nozzle on the shiny silver seraph only to discover its coffee has run dry.
That’s when I grab an extra piece of cake as consolation.