Am I supposed to feel joy over a PowerPoint presentation?

Currently, I am sitting at my desk dressed like someone who stockpiles canned goods in advance of an apocalypse. Overall, my look is “Character From A Christmas Carol If Ebeneezer Scrooge Had Forked Out For Noise-Cancelling Headphones”. I bet if nine-year-old Esther saw me, she’d ask “Oi! Where are your pinstripe suit and your corner office? I thought you were meant to be a grown-up, loser?’’ To her I’d simply say “I may never get...