I’m pretty sure in academia that you always remember your first “big” publication. For me, it was my master’s thesis that got published in 2011. I’ll assume my reaction to the process is typical of a lot of other folks—from me not realizing that a high risk R&R was a good thing; to me panicking (shocking, I know) about the reviews and my advisor (Jim Diefendorff) laughing at me (I believe his response was “Oh, these aren’t even that bad!” and my response was wanting to faint since O-M-G these were the hardest comments in the history of comments); and, of course, to me taking a literal victory lap around the Akron I-O department when the email appeared in my inbox saying “accepted.” That first paper came with a wave of relief knowing that I had a chance on the job market. But, I also distinctly remember feeling—what else—panic at the thought of (a) having to publish again and (b) having to publish in the future without Jim. How, after 5 short years, was I supposed to create a pipeline to sustain a tenure-track line if I couldn’t focus largely on the research pipeline I was building in my graduate program?