So the thesis defence was not all that traumatic. I quite enjoyed giving the talk itself, and the questions were on the whole manageable, although I did come out of there saying, "huh, I really don't know any nuclear physics anymore."
But anyway, I am now a Doctor. And I'm going to be absolutely insufferable about it. I will insist on being called "Doctor" at all times. I didn't slave away here for...god, don't want to think about how many years...to be called "Ms." or "Miss." I will refuse to answer to my name, first or last, or to any random salutation, unless there's a Dr. in there.
"Bitch, make me a sandwich."
"..."
"I said make me a sandwich, bitch."
"...oh, are you talking to me?"
"Oh, right. Make me a sandwich, Doctor Bitch."
"One sandwich, coming up."
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Dammit. now I want a sammich.
and my PhD. WHERE IS MY PHD?????
Reminds me of Little Shop of Horrors.
"I'm sorry!"
"sorry...what?"
"I'm sorry....DOCTOR! I'M SORRY DOCTOR!"
Yes, Orin Scrivello, DDS is my role model.
ohhhhh....mama!
So I suppose now we have to call you DOCTOR Sexy Physics Bitch.
Yeah, that's the idea, Ray.
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