A few weeks ago I ended up back in the vicinity of my college town, on unrelated business. I had reached out to a professor asking if I could meet him for coffee, since he was instrumental in getting me my current job. He agreed, on the condition that I come speak to his capstone class, about the job market for our field, and options for those students who did not want to pursue law school or other graduate program. I said I would, so I found myself on campus and made my way to this professor’s office before class. There was a sticky note on his door saying he had forgotten about a meeting and I should go see his graduate assistant in the TA office and she would walk me to class.
Now, I’m 25 and young looking, thanks to an almost obsessive night time skin care routine. As such, poking my head into the TA office met me with almost indulgent stares, as if I was a lost little undergrad. Joke’s on you, I’m a mostly fully functional adult with a 401k. I asked for the TA in question, her name for this story will be Jane, because why not.