The Lost Weekend

Alcohol. Pot. Smack. Shrooms. Bolivian marching powder. Illicit sex (with or without other people being involved). Gambling. Watching every episode of Dancing With The Stars on DVD while gorging on mint chocolate chip ice cream.

All are horrible, debauched and pathetic ways to spend a weekend. But none of those match the shear sadness of a weekend spent PowerPointing. And all of them are preferable, even the Dancing With The Stars weekend, because at least that comes with ice cream.

PowerPointing has made writing a simple product plan just so much more than putting your best ideas into a document and sending it around. That would be just too easy, too effective, to old school.

Thanks to PowerPoint, you’ve also got to spend time selecting just the right photos from Google images, adding in funny cartoons, worrying over font selection, and staring at your computer screen for hours trying to shorten 10 word sentences into four-word bullet points. Your template needs to be as beautiful. Your jokes need to be hilarious. Your organization needs to flow.

It’s got to please people who will review it without letting you speak, so the words need to convey all the points you need to make. And it’s got to make happy those who think your slides should say almost nothing, and you should be speaking to all your important points. Those people want big pictures, slides that have but a single word in a 72-point font, and an overall "feel" that says more than words can ever say.

What’s truly awesome is when your boss is a PowerPoint minimalist and your boss’s boss is a PowerPoint detailist. How do you please both of them? You don’t. But you spend your weekend trying.