So I've been working on this important project at work and tomorrow I get the chance to present my project to the head of our business group. It's supposed to be really intimidating, but for some reason I'm not really too worked up about it. I guess I've presented in front of enough people to not give a shit. Bad choice of words. I care. As in the song Anna Begins by Counting Crows, "I'm not worried. I am not overly concerned." We'll see if that lasts into the morning.
Worst case scenario:
Prototype doesn't work, they ask me a lot of hard questions, and I start crying. There's no crying in football, unless you're Dick Vermiel.
Best case scenario:
The main presenters actually tell me how they want me to present (yeah, they left out that minor detail... but they have the rest of the presentation to worry about). I wing it anyway, they ask me a lot of hard questions, and I answer them with aplomb because I know what I'm talking about.
Perhaps I shouldn't wear jeans and a t-shirt to work tomorrow. Maybe I should wear a tie (j/k).
Monday, November 15, 2004
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