I hate prezi.
I hate spending 4 days working on a prezi because I really hate PowerPoint.
I hate that everybody and her mom, her dog, and her dog’s fleas make PowerPoints.
PowerPoints are about as riveting as toilet paper. The itchy kind.
I hate that everyone thinks that the word “presentation” is synonymous with the word “PowerPoint.” Except for those in the prezi camp.
I wanted to be in the prezi camp. With the cool kids.
I hate all the cool functionality of prezi denied to me because the prezi website has the world’s worst instruction manual.
The instructions for prezi are on par with the instructions for Ikea.
I hate having to stay on campus till 10 p.m. on a Friday night working on a PowerPoint presentation–the PowerPoint presentation that would have taken me a day and a half to begin with at most if I had and done it first–because I couldn’t get the prezi to work right.
I hate prezi. I mean it.
I hate that PowerPoint wouldn’t let me print out the notes for my slides, so I had to cut and paste the notes into Word, which lost all my paragraph markers, and made the notes big, blobby, Sasquatches of text that I then had to go back in and reformat for readability.
My notes are really long. And possibly pompous.
I hate that my presentation on Monday has to be a PowerPoint presentation. With handouts.
I hate handouts.
I hate that I will have to finish up on my handouts for my PowerPoint presentation on a Saturday because I didn’t get them done earlier this week when I was too busy fighting with prezi.
A Saturday. As in, the day after I stayed in my office till 10 p.m. on a Friday night. As in, this weekend.
I hate that I will have to go back to campus on a Sunday to print out 100 copies of the PowerPoint slides and other handouts so that I can give them out to people at the conference on Monday.
Handouts are a) tossed just as soon as the presentation is over, and b) a waste of paper.
I hate wasting paper.
I hate that I can’t just turn the handouts into .pdfs to e-mail to all of the people at my presentation.
I hate that no one will like my PowerPoint presentation, if they even bother to look at it.
I hate thinking the audience will be bored, and that any time in the future when I see one of the members of the audience, I will have to hide my head in shame.
I hate thinking that if the audience is bored, they will wonder why they bothered attending my presentation session.
I hate thinking that if they wonder why they attended, then I’ll have to question why I wasted all that time making the PowerPoint presentation and the abandoned prezi.
I hate wondering what an audience’s questions will be.
I hate answering an audience’s questions.
I hate not being good at answering an audience’s questions.
I hate that all of this is my fault: the prezi, the PowerPoint, the 15 hours I spent on campus on a Friday, the work I will have to do to make handouts, the trip to campus on Sunday, the “having to stand up in front of people and give a presentation when I’d rather just sit passively in the audience” blues.
I hate the blues. I hate having the blues. I hate that my prezi was going to be awash in a theme of blue.
I hate prezi.
Hate, hate, hate prezi.
I’m assuming “prezi” is a newer version of Power Point. Are you seeing red? I notice you’ve changed the background of your blog. It’s nice to mix it up once in a while, isn’t it? Like hanging new curtains.