Of course the self-confidence demons are now all whispering "You know they're just going to change their minds, now, right? Or you're goign to crash and burn and they're going to boot you back to tech support."

Stupid demons.

And in a shout-out to the "sharing makes it better" theory, hearing everyone else here wrestle with their self-destructive demons has helped me realize that the voices aren't some unique speaker of truth, they're just voices that lots of people hear.

The apparent distinction between adviser and advisor would certainly be news at my agency.

I love it when buffistae talk etymology, I always learn something.

I have had a fairly productive morning. Interviewed the final editor candidate, decided on who to hire for next year, wrote one rec letter, writing another this afternoon. And bonus, learned there's a Fresh & Easy right by campus.

To sum up: I am a complete asshole when buying a car.

Also, I bought a car. 2013 Mazda2

More later. Going to go turn in my old title.

Congrats on the new car, sarameg. I say go celebrate with your neighbors and a bottle of wine.

Here is the important question, sarameg: what color? (also, congrats on the new vehicle)

Brava, sarameg!

As a final example of how fubar my employers are, I just got a call from my actual legal employer (the contracting firm): apparently the period of performance on my contract ends TODAY.

As in, no point in coming in tomorrow, I won't get paid for it.

That's kind of awesome.

Consuela, every time I think your job can't get more screwy, it does, even at the end. I feel like you aren't going to make it out the door at quitting time today without a cow falling out of the ceiling tiles.

Also, I bought a car. 2013 Mazda2

Congrats, sarameg. The Mazda 2 is cute!

At the financial firm where I work, they're fairly adamant about the difference between adviser and advisor. I'm not sure if it's a style thing or if there's some regulatory reason behind it.