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"Your CEO says that your lab is melting," JB whispered into my ear.

For the purpose of the 7x7 Hot 20 Under 40 party, my company had printed me brand new business cards that read "Nuclear Physicist," despite the fact that my official title was actually 'science technician.'

In light of my situation, I decided to enlist support. Showing up with my friend JB, the CTO of Tesla Motors (who used to be a fusion researcher himself), would help me obtain the outrageous amount of publicity my company was expecting me to generate, and also satisfy the magazine, which had advertised me as the up and coming genius of the year. (Geez, no pressure.) My CEO, unfortunately, failed to inquire into JB's past before lecturing him about our runaway success in cold fusion.

"Apparently, the fusion is so out of control," JB said, barely able to hold back his laughter as he repeated my CEO's claims, "that your laboratory instruments keep vaporizing. HAHAHAHAHAHA!"


I should have known right then that eventually (read: very soon) the company would no longer be a company.

Which brings me to my current state: 25 years of age, and laid off from a fusion research position for the 2nd time in a row. I'm not sure what this says about nuclear energy, but it does not bode well for my fusion-job-retainment-skills.

For now, I have extra free time and reduced income, so I am accepting applications for a Mon/Wed boyfriend to supplement the free dinners purchased by Tues/Thurs Boyfriend. Not only will this save me some cash, but I plan to obligate New Boyfriend to write my resume, so I can deny responsibility when I get rejected from jobs.  ¶ 12:09 AM