Today, when I showed up for scary advanced explorations with Jon Baturin, I understood that it was critique day. I understood that I would not be showing work today, instead showing it with the second group next week.
Not so.
He told me I was first on the list to present. I practically choked on my breakfast sandwich. After spluttering my fuckup, he made an example of me, then told me I could go next week. I blushed then cried.
Oh dear. Today isn't off to a great start. Hopefully my Canada's wonderland fearfest date will turn things up.
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