It's 9 in the morning and I'm hiding out the library again. Truth to be told, there aren't that many people in the lab (mostly empty). I just felt like being in the library, which is also mostly empty. I also have something that has to be incubated for two hours, cannot start another project because my last day in this lab is tomorrow, and the guy whom I'm doing site-directed mutagenesis with isn't here yet. (Maybe I'll try back in an hour? But if I get everything done by 2pm what am I going to do with myself for the rest of the day? Hang out in the library until 5 so I can go home? It's kind of ridiculous.)
Have emailed the person from the next lab for my background reading. So far have not heard back yet.
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I've had a conversation with mom recently in which I warned her of my plans. I am going to, eventually, end up in bay area again, possibly SF since SD & SF are the two hot spots for bio-tech research (unless I can't afford the housing there, then I imagine I'll have to think up another plan) and SF is closer to where my parents are. Eventually I'll want to be somewhere where I can make a roundtrip to my parents' place and back in one day, if necessary, since we don't have any other relatives in the US besides my cousin in New Mexico whom no one's heard from in five years. (...yeah.) And there's heart disease from my dad's side of the family which I frankly try not to think too much about but dad's been watching his cholesterol intake very carefully so hopefully everything will be okay. But, in case, I want to be close. Which my mom appreciates and was okay when I frankly pointed out that just because I will be able to visit every weekend doesn't mean that I will. For which I'm thankful.
What is the best part of the conversation for me, though, is that I got the okay to do whatever I want to do with my life in the years between when I get out of grad school and before I turn thirty. (Compromise, you might say.) Specifically, by "whatever" I meant I got permission to go out of country to wherever I want to find whatever job I want, etc. Which is kind of awesome because, well, a chance to see the world and all before I have to settle down into a nice middle class job somewhere in the field of science and be mostly normal.
Which means, of course, that I get to remind my parents of this every year for the next five to seven years just to make sure they don't go back on the promise. (Sometimes it's necessary.)
Well, cheers.
1 comment:
That sounds like a good plan. Cheers.
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