My own personal hell!

I think I must have been guilty of some kind of hubris in recent times because today I was plunged into my own personal hell. Not only did we have a long presentation where they adhered to the tried and tested method of 'Tell them what you're going to tell them, tell them, then tell them what you told them' which I, in my confidence at my own abilities, find very frustrating to have to sit through, but the torture didn't end there. After a five minute break (don't worry - the directors had expensive sandwiches delivered, so it didn't really matter that the meeting was a whopping four hours long) we came back only for crisps to be offered around. It's no secret that the sound of eating is one of my least favourite, but the sound of 15 people surrounding me and subjecting me to the sound of crunching, slurping and slobbering away made me feel as though my brain was going to burst out of my head. However I have realised that it's people I am ambivalent about that provoke the strongest reactions - I can listen to loud eating on the part of someone I choose to spend time with without too much trouble, but people I work with is an entirely different matter. Another reason why I should work at home I think, and one which I could never really cite on a CV.