Doomed
I got another plea for advice from a soon-to-be-ex-grad-student in my emailbox today. (Said student doesn’t think he’s a soon-to-be-ex. But he is. All that’s left to determine is whether he leaves with his shield or on it. Sometimes the signs are just that obvious.)
I don’t know what these people actually want from me. I probably don’t give it to them, whatever it is. I dunno. Sometimes it’s all I can do to keep from waving my arms around maniacally screaming “Doomed! You are so doomed! You are doomed beyond doomed! What the hell are you still doing here—I told you you were doomed, so go away already!”