Sometimes life is good.
Oct. 24th, 2002 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reynardoOver the last few weeks each group in Management has had to give a presentation. It has been emphasised that a profssional approach is to be taken.
Today our group presented the topic "Sexuality in the Workplace", complete with a powerpoint presentation that was 28 slides long and still fitted on a floppy disk. We booked out one of the data projectors from the Uni AV section and practiced beforehand and had a nice looking printout. We included pictures from "Bridget Jones' Diary" and examples from real life.
And we gave our talk, each of us dressed in neat office-style clothing (rather than the usual Uni jeans and t-shirt) and presented the summary to the tutor, and sat down.
Then he stood and quietly berated the other groups who had presented before us. They had thrown a couple of overhead transparancies on the projector, um-ed and ah-ed and ... well, you know the level of which I speak. He pointed out to them that when they reach a business, even if it's their own, that a certain level of presentation is mandatory.
It was a lovely feeling to be held up as an example of what the rest of the class should be trying to attain for the level of professionalism in presentations. (Although it's interesting that they demand a higher standard of the students than of the lecturer. Oh well.)
So tonight I relaxed with a couple of Lemon Ruskies and fish and wedges and sour cream and chili sauce and bathed in the glow of a job well done.
We Rocked.
Today our group presented the topic "Sexuality in the Workplace", complete with a powerpoint presentation that was 28 slides long and still fitted on a floppy disk. We booked out one of the data projectors from the Uni AV section and practiced beforehand and had a nice looking printout. We included pictures from "Bridget Jones' Diary" and examples from real life.
And we gave our talk, each of us dressed in neat office-style clothing (rather than the usual Uni jeans and t-shirt) and presented the summary to the tutor, and sat down.
Then he stood and quietly berated the other groups who had presented before us. They had thrown a couple of overhead transparancies on the projector, um-ed and ah-ed and ... well, you know the level of which I speak. He pointed out to them that when they reach a business, even if it's their own, that a certain level of presentation is mandatory.
It was a lovely feeling to be held up as an example of what the rest of the class should be trying to attain for the level of professionalism in presentations. (Although it's interesting that they demand a higher standard of the students than of the lecturer. Oh well.)
So tonight I relaxed with a couple of Lemon Ruskies and fish and wedges and sour cream and chili sauce and bathed in the glow of a job well done.
We Rocked.
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Date: 2002-10-24 10:02 am (UTC)Presentations are a messy and painful business, and it doesn't help that the level of professionalism that seems to be the bare minimum to keep from inflicting pain and squirming on your audience is higher than most seem to be able to aspire to.
Or, to put it another way: The worst part of presentations is sitting through everyone else's. One way, or another.