Dr. Trout
Tamara defended her dissertation yesterday in front of her committee of boring, old men, and I guess she did pretty well because she called me after it, and the first thing she said was, "I'm a doctor, and you're not!" Cute. She deserves it. Now, she needs a job. Not a j-o-b, but a job. At a university. Not at Starbucks. Doing physics. Not making espresso. Is anyone hiring broken, tired, stressed, but eminently educated cosmologists?
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Tired and stressed I will give you. But broken? Just because the social life of people trying to pile-(it)-higher-and-deeper is limited to about a minute a week, doesn't mean I am broken, just not rusty. :P
Posted by: tlt | November 5, 2005 07:19 PM
/cheers for Tamara
Posted by: Tay | November 5, 2005 10:24 PM