A rather extreme case of conference fatigue, I suspect, but some of it made me smile so I wanted to share it.
Having PhD students depend on you, some clinging to you, listening, fearing you. Other students evading you, hating you, unsuccessfully trying to trick you. Everybody in a secret circle of admiration around you, obsessing over you. You don’t even notice it anymore.
Having postdocs doubting you. Looking at you from the side. Wanting your job. You smile faintly at them, knowing that you will survive them.
Flying to conferences all over the world selling the work of your group. Young confused faces on your powerpoint slides. You always say the same thing. You get excited about the same thing. People typing on their laptops while you are speaking.
You get questions by young postdocs doubting your work, trying to impress some other professors. Sharp rise in blood pressure. In the coffee break, ambitious grad students coming up to you, trying to talk to you, trying to impress you. They are…
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