- Number One.) Working where I work. For a bunch of dysfunctionals at an adult nursery. (For a bunch of professors at a graduate school of education.)
- Number Two.) Nope. That's it. I'm perfect otherwise.
I'll paint a picture for you, called, A Day in the Life at the Adult Nursery a.k.a. the Graduate School of Education.
To my left, I hear, "Have you seen Tom Brady's house? I mean, who needs a house like that? He's so full of himself."
To my right, "My teenage son is smoking MARIJUANA!" Sobs and Cries. Repeats.
Right in front of me, a graduate student whom I'm very not attracted to, "So tell me about yourself." I answer, "I've worked here since...blah blah blah." He goes, "No, I mean, what about your social life?" I tell him, "I have friends." Later, he asks, "Are you engaged?" While pointing to the ring on my middle finger. I reply, "No. Have a great semester." He says, with confidence, "I'll be stopping by [absolutely unnecessarily] every so often."