Irony


There are many things that I find ironic. One of them is paying $140 a night for a hotel room where we have had to call maintenance twice - once for light replacement, and once because of a bad room key, where the water pressure starts off strong and ends up with a whimper, and where the room is about as big as my back patio.



Something else that I find ironic is that the hotel has one restaurant that serves breakfast and lunch. The prices, which 15 years ago I would have found EXTREMELY disconcerting, run around $20 per meal. I now consider that reasonable. Interesting. I am still not happy about the entire situation - I tend to be more thrifty than not, but I guess I have become more accustomed to the idea of paying through the nose for food at professional meetings.



I also find it ironic that folks who coordinate conferences ALL OF THE TIME do not have the logistical know-how of scheduling things so commonly-themed sessions are not scheduled at the same time. There are many different choices for a therapist interested in umbrella groupings for an increase in clinical skill development. It is difficult to make a decision about which session to attend. The other issue that I have with conference coordination concerns the level of noise present in the atmosphere. Who decides that it is a good idea to place the drumming experiential session right next to the relaxation experiential session? Who? I would like to flick that person on the nose. There could be a little bit more coordination and communication to assist in logistical planning. Oh well.

Conference is now over, and I am recovering. I enjoyed speaking to everyone. The social aspect of conference is now much more important for me than the actual presentations. That is also ironic.

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