I received an e-mail today about a job talk in my department later this week. The content seemed vaguely interesting, and it was for an assistant prof position, which is what I’ll likely be interviewing for in the future (and not-so-distant future, at that).

In this age of digital voyeurism, I Googled her name.

Y’all, she’s exactly a year older than me. To the day. A year. Not five years, one. Year. And she defended last June. Oh, and she ran collegiate track as a grad student. Color me underachiever.