The worst day of grad school can’t be worse than Anthony weiner’s day today
If you strike me down I will become stronger than you’ll ever know. Applicable to Star wars and grad school finals.
One more cap and gown till the dementia strikes and you’re locked away in a hospital gown flapping open in the back and you’re wearing a stolen hotel shower cap
Graduation: the last time nerds can hurt you
Oh sorry, I was in the third hour of checking in with my boss today.
Likelihood of being stuck in a lab post graduation will greatly depend on future career choice (namely whether or not you become a mad scientist).
Pitchers full of craft vodka, freshly squeezed lime juice, and ginger beer are not widely accepted for mid-afternoon activities once summer break concludes.
I’m not sure if it holds up, but when I graduated from high school that Alice Cooper song about school being out was delightful. #playlist
Three words: quarterly. Strategic. Review.
Skip class on occasion while you can. Skipping work involves submitting a leave request, blocking out “out of office” time on your Outlook calendar, turning on your “Out-of-office” auto-reply, marking your PTO hours on the jury-rigged Excel Timesheet to be sent in to HR bi-monthly, along with your weekly time tracker broken down by task in 15 minute increments, as well as your weekly check-in document forecasting the next week’s tasks to be completed from the Operational Plan and the tasks added from your six-month Work Plan.
Fact of the day: conference calls are as useful as fuck all.
It’s easier to recognize people with no work/life boundaries and use them as cautionary beacons for your own life when you don’t have to worry about pasting Excel tables that have a direct correlation to your future career.
Bitching feels better when you can do it at work because you’re getting paid to sit in that chair.
