I bumped into my adviser and decided today would be a good day to get under his skin.
Me: I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, doc. Help me be a good adult!
Tom: Do you have any requirements for your occupation?
Me: I’d prefer if it allowed for me to drink coffee whenever I wanted it. I think we all know I don’t need much sleep to function. Cheers. *tap my coffee cup to his*
Tom: Be a researcher or a lab tech. Or a mom. I think you’d be good at all of those, Fizz.
Wow. Holy shit. Wow.
I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. This is my comeuppance for bothering him all the time.