Working on pimping myself out in preparation for this weekend’s hiring conference (basically, two days of saying, “You want to hire me, right? I’m a girl and I want to teach physics and that makes me awesome, right? Please hire me…I NEED A JOB…”) has basically blown the lid off of my anxious-o-meter. So I present therapy, in its usual form:
Adorable, thy name is Pikachu. Okay, actually this picture creeps me out just a tiny bit, but it’s also mad cute. Future students, take note: “My Pikachu Ate My Homework” may very well get you off the hook…but only if you can bring in the little Chu so that I can love it and squeeze it and keep it for my very own.
And on that note, it is time for ice cream, DS9, and bed.