I'm spending two days at a conference for librarians. It's interesting people watching. Any conference is.
There is a vendor fair here, and a company is selling tshirts. One of the shirts was for the librarian with a house full of cats. I did not see one shirt for the librarian who loves puppies or guinea pigs.
Is there anything more exhausting than sitting? Even when I'm interested in the material, my tush is totally bored.
Today I learned about every app and website known to man. I need an app to process all the information I took in.
What are your pet peeves at conferences or classes?
Here are my suggestions:
1. If turning down the air conditioning to -42 is the hotels way of combating global warming, I think the polar bears will forgive us if we raise the thermostat just a skootch.
2. If you're the presenter and you speak in a monotone, you will not survive without bringing your class chocolate. The good kind. A good speaker could get away with cheap candy. You cannot. If you doubt me, check out the presenter feedback survey I turned in. Mine was the one with skulls and crossbones all over it.
3. Don't schedule a conference in a hotel without Starbucks. I don't even drink coffee, and I felt slighted.
4. When you say, “To be more environmentally friendly, I didn't print out handouts,” I hear: “I'm cheap; take your own dang notes.”
5. Your sign-in sheets hurt my feelings. It's like you don't trust me to actually go to the class and stay. Maybe I was in the bathroom the whole 2 hours I was unaccounted for.
6. I don't need to know where emergency exits are. I need to know where vending machines are.
7. Conference food. One time I dropped a burrito on the floor of a movie theater and ate it. The fact that I wouldn't touch today's lunch says something.
Care to add anything? What drives you nuts in a class or conference or even church?
My church/small group pet peeve: When people wait until there are only like 2 minutes to go, then start prayer time. I mean, does group prayer EVER take less than 15 minutes?? I actually start to break a sweat over it. Especially when you have those long uncomfortable silent periods where you’re listening to people’s stomachs gurgle and wondering when somebody’s going to wrap it all up. I love to pray for people, just not in “overtime,” I guess!