To the extent that I have contributed to the rumors of my blog’s death, or maybe even started them unintentionally, I apologize. Then again, leaving 20+ days between posts doesn’t help.
I do think that I’ll either have to adjust the kinds of pieces I post here, or I’ll have to post less frequently. Or, maybe if I tweak the content, I’ll be able to post more frequently. I’m still sorting that out, so hang in there if you can. Or maybe I could get around to finishing the four other posts that are sitting in various stages of draftiness. Or. Or. Or.
Meanwhile, you might as well know that I have found my coolest job ever (although, that summer of 1977 gig at the Poultry and Egg Institute of America was a complete hoot). When I was describing a project that I’ve been working on to a friend the other night she said, “Wow! So this is a day and night difference from your previous job, right?” I thought about it, and said, “No, it’s like the difference between heaven and hell.”
Here are some features of my particular heaven:
- I’m halfway through my fourth week in this job, and I haven’t been told ONCE to use the words optimize, robust, or dynamic.
- After spending much of my professional life frequently being the only woman (or one of a few women) in a room full of men, the vast majority of people in this office are women. Nothing against you dudes out there. I have worked with some terrific men over the years, but I’m here to tell you that being the only woman in the room is exhausting.
- People wear nice clothes to work. We dress, well, like grown ups! At first this made me nervous, because no one would ever mistake me for a clothes horse, and I’ll never need a whole set of shelves just for my shoes. But I get a kick out of it. I’m still on the low end of the fashion spectrum, but it’s fancy enough for me. For now. Also, I haven’t seen anyone at the office wearing cargo shorts and sandals in the dead of the New England winter. I’m not a fashion snob, but I have SOME standards, and I do NOT miss that particular get-up one bit.
- With few exceptions, the office empties out at 5. At 5:10 pm during my second week at work, the receptionist poked her head in my office and asked in complete seriousness, “You workin’ late tonight?” I nearly aspirated my tea.
- I enjoy and admire my co-workers. They’re funny, smart, and almost unbelievably nice. Three different people have told me how glad they are that I’m there.
- I love my work. I got to do an interview a couple of weeks ago that will have to be a post all on its own. Plus, I’m learning all sorts of things about different kinds of medical research that our staff are doing. Shoot, I’m practically a doctor!
So, on Groundhog Day of 2011, I really don’t care what Punxatawney Phil sees. He can stay in his den and continue to snooze for all I care. And record snowfall? Bring it on!
I. Love. My. Job.