Today on the light rail, this man gave me career advice:

I was standing up by the door at first. He saw my ID tag and I misplaced my sunglasses so I obviously accidentally made eye contact.

Man: “Whatchu do for Baylor?”
Me: “Research.”
Man: “What kinda research?”
Me: “Thrombosis.”
Man: “What’s that?”
Me: “I just work with some proteins and stuff. Complicated.”
Man: “Oh. Lemme give you some advice. Why’s a pretty little girl like you workin in a lab?”
Me: “Because I want to be a dentist.
Man: “Das good. You needs to be out workin with people. You know, sales. You’d be a good salesperson.”
uhhhh for those of you who know me, you know his statement is COMPLETELY false. I couldn’t sell anything to anybody if I tried. I would probably start crying when they told me no.

Me: “I’ll work with people when I’m a dentist.”
Man: “Butchu got so much saleswoman appeal, ya know? I mean, you should do pharmaceutical sales. You’d be like a drug dealer. heh heh.”
I politely giggle at this man.
Man: “You’d look good in all dressed in a suit lookin like a politician and stuff….”
blah blah blah..I don’t care if you don’t like my khaki linen pants. Look at what you’re wearing (picture above).

Luckily a seat opened up across from him. I took out my phone only to notice the 92348938945 comments on my most recent facebook status. The man kept talking to me and I just smiled. Don’t worry, sir, if you’re reading this, I probably hate you too.

And then he went to the soup kitchen.

Moral of the story: Oh self proclaimed career counselors!