Crunchy little funnies (CLFs).
I'm naming these after those ill-named things called TLC for Tasty Little Crackers (which are not at all tasty).
The title today is: How I Don't Look Like a PhD Scientist
I'm still giggling about this first one. See if you think it's funny.
Since I was out shopping, at one point I started a conversation with a stranger in a store this weekend.
Me: Yeah, we have that [set of culinary tools]. I use it a lot.
She: Yeah? I'm in culinary school and they're teaching us how to do these things the old-fashioned way, but fuck that, I'm going to buy this instead.
Me: Really? Where do you go to school? I never knew how to cook until relatively recently, but now I wonder what it would be like to do it professionally.
She: Oh I go to [insert school name here] and I work in a restaurant. You could do it. Why don't you?
Me: I'm not going back to school.
I'm not sure whether it's good, bad or just stupid that I didn't tell her what I do.
She didn't ask.
Part of me has to snicker in that nobody ever guesses I'm a scientist with a PhD kind of way.
Number of times (on campus) I was asked if I'm a grad student this week: 2
Or a junior (e.g. 2-3 years) postdoc: 2
Number of times I was asked about my career plans this week: 2
Number of times they asked me about MrPhD: 2
Number of times MrPhD was asked about his career plans this week: 2
Number of times they asked him about me: 0
Number of times he remembered to mention me without prompting: 0
Number of times he apologized about that when I pointed it out later: 1
Reasonable excuses he had for not doing it: 1 (too tired to think of it)