Job Well Done
7 September 1989
This was the last day of the V. International Otter Colloquium. I passed the time taking photos, writing postcards, spending more money in the Otter-Shop, and saying goodbyes.
Back at Eichenhof, I packed my bags as I listened to Mozart on my Walkman. I'm generally a very self-critical person, but at least in this instance, I had no problem telling myself "job well done." I'd made a real name for myself here, secured a position in an elite Ph.D. program, and made many professional contacts that would surely benefit me in the years to come.
For the first time in my life, I knew what it felt like to reach a pinnacle of achievement, and I totally relished it. I was convinced beyond any doubt that this conference had been the beginning of a brilliant new career.
This was the last day of the V. International Otter Colloquium. I passed the time taking photos, writing postcards, spending more money in the Otter-Shop, and saying goodbyes.
Back at Eichenhof, I packed my bags as I listened to Mozart on my Walkman. I'm generally a very self-critical person, but at least in this instance, I had no problem telling myself "job well done." I'd made a real name for myself here, secured a position in an elite Ph.D. program, and made many professional contacts that would surely benefit me in the years to come.
For the first time in my life, I knew what it felt like to reach a pinnacle of achievement, and I totally relished it. I was convinced beyond any doubt that this conference had been the beginning of a brilliant new career.