Update on the laughter of the gods

So, as things come in 3, I'm taking the email from Simmons telling me that I'm not cool enough [my words] to snag an intern this semester is the final part of my less than fun morning.

I tell myself that it's one less thing to worry about. The pattern seems, though, that if one doesn't get one in the fall, one is less likely to get one in the winter.

I may not love having an intern, but it's my only way to get anything resembling management skills.