Another talk

Yesterday I gave a more pop science talk as part of our uni's mutlidisciplinary week. They mostly invited me because of my Big Boston Uni fellowship. It was fun to see my undergraduate project supervisor. He came to see it and was so proud of me. Everything went fine except midway I thought two people from the audience were gesturing that there was something wrong at the front of my shirt or trousers.
The whole thing was being filmed and I tend to stand closer to the audience so I was a bit worried and looked down at my shirt and trousers. I did the rest of the talk hiding behind the lectern. There was this moment that I thought I had blood streaming down my thights staining my trousers like the dreaded 28th of November 2013. And that the whole thing would be televised.Thankfully, there was no blood and the gestures were in my head. But obviously I will never get over that day. Even on good days the blood and sheer misery from the loss will be back to haunt me.

Everything changed again

After some months here I am again. Personal life drama reached a max just before Christmas. I went through the worst fucking day of my life. And the same very day I got an email saying that my fellowship application was successful. So we're moving to Boston and I'll work with the highest cited chemist alive.

Saturday morning

My partner is upstairs in the study working and I need to start too, in a little bit. This time, it's a presentation for a conference in a couple of weeks. Quite a big deal because most of the big players on the field will be there.

Postdoc drama

Righty oh! My last post was left as  a draft from March 2009. I posted it yesterday to save the memory. Since then, I did good in the machismo-based old job and was made permanent. Things were looking bright so we bought a new larger house. Sadly my career ambitions were at a conflict to my boss's. So I left for another post back in academia. Same city. And the story continues...

Group meeting time, baby!

At the new job, we have weeklly group meeetings. Friday's at 9 am. The ratio of men and women is really equalitarian. One woman and 20 men. Oh, the fun we have. I think I am getting an ulcer from the stress, really.

Four years after

I can't believe it's been four years! Life happened so somehow the need to blog went amiss. A couple of months ago, life stroke hard and suddenly today I remembered this blog. So hello world, I 'm back.

sunday nite

Mondays are fine but Sunday nights just break my heart. It's so hard getting into job gear after the weekend's calm...I have to say that I do love my new job. It's sad really but I am crazy about. Best choice I've ever done except picking A. as my partner in life. Have a good week, world.