I can’t believe how lucky I am sometimes. On my primary thesis advisor’s advice, I asked a professor I didn’t even know yet to be my secondary. She agreed, which was miracle number one. I think the odds were with me on that one, since only one person is doing the optional thesis this year. I will probably be the only person next year.
ANYHOW, I raised myself right, because when someone does something awesome for me, I write them a thank-you note. I left a simple one in my secondary advisor’s box yesterday, you know, “Thanks for being nice even though you don’t know me from Adam’s housecat.”
Then I ran into her later as she was leaving the main office.
“Hello,” I said.
“Hello,” she said. You will have to imagine the rest in a Newfie accent. “Thanks for the nice note. Would you like a job this summer?”
I think my brain went piff a little at that point. I stammered something about needing to consult with the minister of finance at my house and she told me to get back to her, which I did this morning.
So now it seems I am a research lackey for the professor that brings in half-a-million-dollars a year in research money. Not a bad star to hitch your wagon up to. And it’s the first time I’ve had a paying job since the amazing year 1999.
The only foreseeable drawback is that I will be so busy this summer I won’t have time to pluck my eyebrows or do my roots, which is a shame, because up to this point I had prided myself on not looking like one of those eccentric, ungroomed scholars.
That’s terrific!!! It’s always surprising what a little (now not so) common courtesy will get you. What sort of things will you be doing?
please tell me you will be keeping up with your other personal grooming habits!
laundry = good.
showering = even better!
toss in some flossing and you are good to go.
Yay! Cash! Woo!
Congrats on the job, SJ. …and I, well, I haven’t had time to do my roots since December. I’m all half-blonde and half-blackhaired. One day I’ll shave my head and the world will be at rights again.
Hmmm, I’ve been painfully writing thank you notes to my family for years. they haven’t given me anything but some horrible socks, strawberry shortcake pajamas and a huge ugly purse with a chick in a sequin bikini.
Now I’m feeling like my failure to thank people enough is why I am where I am in my life. My sad, sad life.
Yay for good karma. You could always embrace the funky scholar look with a monobrow. I get close to it sometimes during the semester.
on the bright side, it’s better than being an eccentric ungroomed moron. and lord knows, i have met plenty of them.
Waaaiiiittt….Library science. What does the dough do? Where does it come from?
What’s it for???!!!!
There is cash in Library Science?!? Why did no one tell me? (In time that is…before it was too late.)