It’s awkward, being the only chemist at a posh fund raiser aimed at allowing me and my colleagues to continue our work. Abby, the organizer of this shindig and CEO of my company, warned me that I’d have to do a ten-minute presentation that explains my work but at the level of a second-grade science class. My head is about to explode, trying to hold onto the formula-free talk while also trying not to baby talk the deep pockets present.
It was minutes before my bit so I used the washroom. Somehow, my fly got torn. *Sigh*
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