I am sitting at my desk, having just submitted a presentation I will be giving tomorrow at the Faculty conference. I am concerned that I don't feel a tad nervous about this conference yet. That may all change tomorrow of course. I have everything to be nervous about...
I will be presenting to academics I don't know (and academics love to throw nasty questions to PhD students). I came up with a bright idea in bed last night (why do all the best ideas come in the middle of the night?) and ran some new analyses this morning that turned out to be very interesting. I now have a brand new sparkly result using some rather complex statistical analyses that I have never used before. My supervisor doesn't know I've done this (he's not here today) so I'm going to surprise him tomorrow afternoon in front of about 50 people (I really hope I did that analysis right or we'll both look silly...) Meh, I taught the stats course last year so they won't dare question my statistical prowess (or will they.... :S)
I've spent so much time on this presentation I realised this morning that I'm almost entirely out of clean clothes having not done any laundry for a while. I'm now at work, having nabbed a pair of my partner's trousers - it was either that or my going out clothes and I figured showing up to work on a rainy day in a halterneck and short skirt may not be such a good idea!
Ah no matter - I have Rufus Wainwright CDs for company. All that remains to do is to get my smart trousers dried and ironed by the morning. It'll all go well so long as I wear my new trousers from Macy*s. Maybe I'll even accessorise...
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Hmm, Rufus Wainwright. Puzzles me, as he was brought to my attention as an alternative to "all that miserable shit" I listen to. Then I saw him on Jools Holland performing something called 'Waiting For A Dream', which is the most depressing thing I've ever heard in my life.
Good luck with all that conference stuff! I guess it's happened now, has it?
Yup, all over. The most scarey point was saying, 'This is the mediation analysis that I have run' then looking up to see my old stat's professor who I know fairly well (or as well as you get to know senior professors as a PhD student) leaning back in his chair staring intently at my slide.
But no comments so presumably I did it right!
Glad its all over :)
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