I love doing stuff like that once it’s over. It’s like taking a really great big poop. Now I just have to build up for my next big poop.
Adam took off the morning to come hear me talk. That was very sweet, except that he sat in the second row. Adam has a really bad habit of not laughing at my jokes when I’m practicing a comedy routine. (Not that this was a comedy routine, but still.) He stares at me with a really hard look on his face, as he evaluates what I’m saying, and it makes me insane. He ran into the conference room today right before my turn came and sat next to me. It was so nice for him to come that I didn’t have the heart to yell, “Sit in the back! Sit in the back!” So I just didn’t look at him. But, actually, I could hear Adam laughing at something I said that I thought was amusing, but no one else laughed at. What a husband!
I practiced my timing – I had 50 minutes – so that it fit perfectly, and I didn’t have to skip anything. The other 2 doctors speaking were a well-known couple from Philadelphia who are a bit older. They are wonderful and very sweet. The best part of them was that they repeatedly told me how young I looked. They said they heard my resume and expected an old woman, and here came a young chick. I hugged them both when they left and told them I adored them. I’ve never been told how young I look that many times. I might have to move into their home. I could be their maid or something.
Now that I’m done, I’m going for a long run. Then I’m thinking of doing the bills for Adam. I used to have that job but he thought I was letting them build up too much, and asked to take over. I warned him that in the past his bill paying was even crappier than mine. He rewrote the past in his head, or he might be senile. When he took over the job, he was really good at first, but has reverted to true form, and now the bill basket in the living room is overflowing. I think he’s waiting for the electricity to get turned off. I’m a free woman who just finished her talk. I can throw him a bone.
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oh but you do look young. If I say that often enough will you come be my maid instead?
I would! I’m not a wimpy cleaner, either. I do toilets, bathrooms, laundry – you name it. All you have to do is greet me by saying, “Hello, Oh Young Looking One!” It will be totally worth it – I promise.
i feel the same way after every single bike ride… ‘glad it’s over’ not ‘just pooped’, although it’s a close feeling.
i wanted to go sit in the back when my husband defended his dissertation – he’d been working on it for so long, and i’d been tracking the content, so i sort of wanted to watch him deliver the final product. he said it would make him more nervous if i was there, so i skipped it…
You should have gone and just worn a fake nose and mustache so he wouldn’t recognize you.
Adam actually had some good constructive criticism that didn’t make me want to murder him in his sleep. I was glad he came. For example, my last slide was “references”. He said to leave that out, put it in the handouts, and make my last slide my name, office address, and contact information. I would never have thought of that on my own. I might let him come to my next talk if he continues to make himself useful.
Congrats, Robin! It is so nice to have something like that over and done with. Who knows, you might become the cutting specialist?
I think it was really nice that Adam came and laughed at your joke. If you come to Boston to give your talk, I promise to do the same.
You do look young AND fabulous… perhaps it is your amazing eye cream.
Hahaha! It’s definitely the amazing eye cream. I’ll make you a convert, yet, My Pretty!
It was nice of him to come. I’m really scared people will think of me as the cutting specialist. I certainly don’t mind dealing with kids who cut, but if I had to do that all day, I’d cut myself.
Were the papers presented at the event published anywhere?
There weren’t any papers, Tracy, but if you’re really interested in the topic, I can send you my power point presentation. Just let me know.