At work today, my preceptor started talking to me and my date at a coffee shop. I'm a neuroscientist, and he talked about technical stuff. We talked for about 40 minutes. It was a date. But after that lecture, my date dumped me immediately. Thanks, teach. I'm dumbemployed.
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Dumbemployed: Hilariously Dumb and Sad But True Stories about Jobs Like Yours
by Phil Edwards and Matt Kraft
